Frank Reade and his steam Tally-Ho

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Frank Reade and his steam Tally-Ho

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I I ''Noname's" Late s t and Best Stories are Published in This Library. Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., P ost Office, October 5, 1892. No. 18. { COJ\lPLETE.} FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 34 & 36 NORTH MOORE STREET, NEW YORK. New York, January 21, 1893. ISSUED WEEKLY { J"J tiCE } 5 C JCNT B. Vol. I Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the yeur 1893, by FRANK T OUSEY, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D C FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLy-HO. By "NONAME."

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2 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM.. TALLY-HO. The subscription price of the FRANK READE LIBRARY by the year is $2 .50: $1.25 per six months, post-paid. Address FRANK TOUSEY, PuBLISHER, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Box 2730. FRANK READE AND HIS S T E A . M T A L L Y H 0 By the Author of" Frank Reade, .Tl'., and his Air-Ship,'' "Frank Reade mind would not be content in simply packed and boxed for rifles revolvers, repeating an He excel, i.m-ammunition, camp utensils-everything. How prove and astomsb the world w1tb sometbmg fortunate I am to get this letter! I would both new 1 have been sorely B.ut. we ant1c1pate . I He then relapsed into a deep reverie, and reSlttmg: there before the fire, be tbwkmg mai.neEI. undisturbed till the midnight warning of the time when be was careenng over the of the clock on the mantel sent him to bed. boundless prairieS! of the West behind his The next day when the Erie Railway t:rain gallant team of horses, whose speed thundered into the depot in Hoboken, Frank seemed almost to anmhllat& space, when the Reade was there waiting to meet and welcome door opened and a servan.t lmd a letter on the his cousin whom be bad not seen for a couple table, which the postman had j.ust delivered.. of years. He glanced at the address m a careless, m_ As the passengers t'oured out of the long train d1fferent sort of way for a moment or two. in such a dense mass Frank be""an to fear he TQen a sudden change came over hiJ?. He would miss him after He mobunted a small started as if. stung, wbet;led around, se1zed the box in order to get a better view of the pas letter, and literally tore 1t from the envelope. sen""ers as they surged in a dense mass toward It wa.s fr?m Charley Gorse, his cousin a.nd the ferry. compamon m many a desperate adventure wttb "Be me sow!!" exclaimed a well-known the Steam Team. voice in the crowd, "it's the young jaynius I "D!!AR FRANK," it read. 4' Utterly disgusted see begob!" and a stalwart Irishman upset with a quiet, bum-dram life since I wrote yon two countrymen in his endeavors to meet him. last, I shall start to-morrow for New York, with "Halloo, Barney!" cried Frank, grasping the intention of taking passage for Europe. I the borney band of e1e gallant son of Erin in can't stand lt any longer. I should die of his. "I am glad to see you. But where is ennui in another month. As long as the Steam Charley?" Team was on band I could stand it; but the Mastber Charles, is it? Beclad, be's gone whole thinP" now lies at the bottom of the Great bloind entoirely looking for yez," replied Barney Canyon, 2,0'lD feet deep, where the resurrection O'Shea, the glorious rough-and-tumble, rol will never reach it. A Pawnee chief tried to licking Irishman of the famous Steam Team of steal it from me by mounting the seat an.:l two years ago. dashing off w.lth it. He bad noticed bow I "Frank!" started it, but he didn't know how to stop it. I "Charley!" and the next moment the two wonder wb.ere be is now? I doubt if there was cousins were shakipg each other's hands in a enough of him left banging together to &ntitle way that thr(\lltened damage to their elbows. "Whoop!" yelled Barney, throwing his cap in the air and catching it on his bead as it came down. "See here; you bellowing Irish bull!" ex. claimed a railroad official, "stop that, or I'll have you put out." "Be aisy, now," said Barney, with a Judi crous grin on his face. Run an' bide, quick, ye gossoon!" ''What do you mean?" demanded the official, growing red in the face as the passengers be gan to laugh at him. "Och, but it's a great moind ye have," said Barney. "Bedad, I'll hire yez to--" "Get out of here!" angrily exclaimed the man, seizing him by the arm and attempting to. run him into the throng that was still surging into the ferry-bouse. But to his astonishment be could not move him out of his tracks. "Get beboind an' push, yer gossoon," sug gested Barney. I Get along, now, will you!" "Av course I will," said Barney, seizing him by the arm and leading him into the crowd in Sf)ite of his desperate efiorts to free himself. The man kicked and swore, but all in vain. "Be sQtill, ye lunatic!" cautioned Barney, as he trudged close behind the two cousins as they entered the ferry-boat. Charley Gorse beard his voice, And 1ooked hehind to see who he was talkio/:: to, and saw the railroad band struggling to get away from him. What in blue blazes are you up to, Barney!" be demanded. '' Bedad, but b;; was croying for his mither," said Barney, sympathetically, as be released the man The hand barely bad time to leap ashore when the ferry-boat shoved out into the stream. A few passengers who had seen Barney hand ling the bumptious railroad band now crowded around him, and laughed heartily over his good natured sayings till they reached the other side of the river. There Frank had a carriage in waiting for them. Barney, Irish-like, climbed up and sat with the driver, while Charley and Frank seated themselves inside. "Charley," said the young inventor to his cousin, "I got your letter just in time! I would have beer: off myself this morning to be gone for the summer." By George, it was lucky I wrote, then!" claimed Charley. "I intended at first to sur prise you, but at last concluded to drop you a few lines. All well at home?" Y elf-as usual." "Glad to bear it. Which way were you go. ing for the summer? Better do Europe with me." .Ab, there's no fun in Europe," and Frank I

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I I I FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 3 11hrugged his shoulders. 'I want to see some fun and not sights." ' Barney there's going to be an 'illegant' ruction in Ireland, and he is just itching to get a hand in it. The land leaguers are making things lively over there, you know." "Yes, but standing up to be shot down by British soldiers isn't at all funny," remarked Frank, with an indifferent manner about him. I say, I had a good laugh last night when I tead of the fate of the Steam Team. Did it actually run away with a Pawnee chief?" "Well, ricrht tllere is where the whole trfbe and myself differ," answered Charley, laughing. I charge that he did, but the Pawnees say the Team ran away with their chief, aad they want to raise my hair for me just tc-yrove that they are right. Of course I couldn't argue the point with 'em, though Barney did convince two, I believe, to our way of thinking, but he had to kill them to do it?" Frank laughed long and heartily over the o;tory. Ditl you ever find any traces of the team?" be finally asked. ''No.;' "How in thunder did you know what became 1>f it, then?" "Well, the Canyon was only fifteen miles away. It couldn't cross, and of course plunged in I met a half-drunken Pawnee afterward, and asked him where Big Wolf, the chief was. He gave me a look of hate, muttered h-1, and proudly stalked away. If that was where the chief was, I knew it was no use to look for the Team, as they both went off to getber." Frank again roared. "I am willing to lose the Team," he declar ed, wiping his eyes, "for the sake of the laugh. lt was worn considerably, and, besides, it was Qld-fashioned. I want something new and bet tN." Charley looked at him in astonishment. "Where can you find anything in all the wide-wide world to beat that Steam Team?" asked. "I've got something that beats it," calmly replied Frank, as the carriage stopped in front of the house. "But here we are. Welcome. Charley. They'll be glad to see you," and open: log the door tiJey oung inventor sprang lightly to the ground. CHAPTER II. \'HE REVELATION-LAYING PLANS FOR THE TRIP. OF course the Reade family gave the stalwart young Western relative a glad, hearty welcome . There was a manliness and frankness about him that everyb:>dy liked. They knew what a true friend he had been to Frank when his life was despaired of out on the plains, and loved him for all his good qualities. Barney O'Shea they had laughed at hundreds of times as Frank would tell of his peculiarities and inordinate fondness for ructions where the skill of Killarney could be displayed. Of course they gave him ::t hearty welcome, and the bold son of Erin felt in honor bound to kisa Annie O'Hara, the cook. which she resented with a resounding slap on the cheek. "Och, yez are a bould bye, Barney O'Sllea!" she exclaimed. "Thrue for ye, Annie, me darlint, au' be the to kerr I'll give yez another," and with that he seized her again and stole another from her lips. There was a tussle in which the three Irish girls of the household jomed in and forced him to heat a retreat. Iu the afternoon the two cousins took a drive i.n Central Park, during which Frank Reade un folded his plans to Charley. "I've beaten m)self, Charley, old boy," he said, "and have reached the point ef perfection in my Hne of invention. You thought the Steam Man the maximum of steam mechanism; that the Steam Horse was a step still higher in practical application of the prin ciple, and that the Steam Team was the limit of inventive genius. But I've got something that heats all three together. There is no room for accident, no !law in construction, no chance for inquisitive Pawnees to-" "For Heaven's sake, Frank!" exclaimed Charley, greatly exeited, tell me what you are talking about!" "I am talking about my steam Tally-Ho," was the reply. Charley looked at him in blank ama11ement. He knew what a Tally-Ho was, but it re quired some few moments for a full conception of the thing to get through his mind. Had he not known Frank's capabilities in the peculiar application of steam, he would not have been able to grasp his full meaning. "A steam Tally-Ho!'' he exclaimed. "Frank, don't trifle with me!" "Yes, and thfl finest you ever saw on the road in your life," replied the you.ng inventor, and as gay as paint and varnish can make it, drawn by tbree coal-black steeds, swift as the deer and as handsome as race horses." "Whoop-hurrah for the Tally-Ho and the West!" cried Charley. Barney O'Shea leaped from the driver's eeat, and put his head in at the carriage. Begob, is it a ruction yez are having all to yerself, Masther Cbarley?" he asked. "Barney O'Shea, you won'tsee old Erin this summer," said Charley. Bad cess to-- "We're going back West," said Charley, not heeding his remark, and kick up a ruction every day for pastime." Barney was puzzled. The carriage had stop ped, and the two young men were getting out to walk about and enjoy the scenery. Charley explained the Tally-Ho to him in a few wortls, and then he gave a wild Irish yell that made a park policeman's bair rise. "Whoop I" he yelled, looking up and knock ing his heels together. The young jaynius foriver!" Frank and Charley both laughed at his en thusiasm. The policeman came up and eyed him suspiciously. Barney returned his stare and yelled again. "Bedad!"' said the policeman, "he's ofi av his nut." "Look out, Barney," said Frank, "or that cop will ron you ln." Barney looked hard at the gray -coaje d officer again, and smiled. "Begob, but I belave it's me Cousin Mike Mulhooly, of c;>uld--" "Is it you, Barney O'Shea?" exclaimed the astonished policeman, suddenly darting forward and grasping the hand of his country man. "Bedad, luk at me, Mike!" exclaimed Bar ney; "it's so full av good news I am that I've forgotten me grandfather's name," and the two shook hands vigorously. Be me soul, hut it's glad to see yer I am. Barney," said Mike. "It's mesilf as heard the red nagurs had skulped ye, an'--" "Divil a skulp!" interrupted Barney; "it's mesilf as gave 'em an illegant ruction three toimes a day till they bad to send me to Con gress to have pace in the family." "Howly Moses, Barney, is it a Congressman ye are?" asked the dumfounded policeman. Wud I tell yez a loie, Mike Mulhooly? Ask the sinator, there, beclad, and take off yer hat." Charley and Frank nearly split themselves with efl'orts to repress the laugh thai effervesced within them. They saw at a glance that Bar ney was envious of the success of his old chum's success in rising to be a park policeman, and wanted to overwhelm him wtth a story of his own greatness. Mike took it all in, mvited Barney to call at his bouse, and told many stories of his adven tures in the metropolis of America. Leaving Barney O'Shea to entertain the gray coated guardian of the park, Frank took Char ley's arm and strolled about the Mall with him. "Yes," he said, "it is most complete thing in the world. There isn't a piece of wood in the whole thing. Everything of the best wrought iron, and cost ine over fifteen thousand dollars to get it up. It is a traveling fort. We can sleep all night with a thouiiand Indians around us, and laugh them to scorn when awake. Everything is complete, and, on good ground, can make twenty miles an hour. I am going to make a fortune by carrying the mail! and passengers through hostile sect.ions after I haye had my fun with it this summer. Yo11 are right. I will go West with it. In fact, it boxed and in the cars ready to be shipped to a little station on the Kansas Pacific railroad, where we will put it together, and start out for a summer vacation. There is nothing wanting.' Half a dozen beEt Winchester rifles, a dozen several shillelahs for Barney, ammu. nition, and plenty of good things to eat and drink." ''Frank, you have taken my heart by storm -don't say any more, but come on; let's take t!Je next train for the West. I am just itching for the old, wild, free life again.'' ''Where is Pomp, the black, rollicking marks man?" "At home, grieving himself to death because I wouldn't bring him along," replied Charley. I don't think he could stav there much longer.'' "Well, we'll want him along, you know. He i s game, and knows just what to do in a tough place.'' "Oh, won't he grin and dance when he sees usl" exclaimed "Well, we'll start to-morrow morning, if you say so. But maybe you would like to see some of the sights of the city before going?" "Not much," and Charley shook his head very emphatically. "I want to see that Tally Ho on the open prairie, Frank. That, and nothing more.'' "Well, then, we'll be off to-morrow," and calling Barney, they entered the carriage and drove back to the residence of Frank Reade's father. CHAPTER III. OUT ON THE BOUNDLESS PRAIRIE. ON the way back to the house Barney O'Shell. gave frequent exclamations of delight at the idea of an immediate return to the West. He' was all eagerness to go now that the promise or adventure was h.eld out to !:im. The next morning found him the most eager of the three, and when the train started he gave a whoop that brought the conductor at once to his side. "It's tbe toothache I have," he said, by way of apology, to the conductor. "Well, you had better go forward and ride on the cow-catcher," suggested the conductor; "the wind will blow it out for you if you hold your mouth open.'' "Bedad, au' it's hlowed all yer manners away, too," said Barney, as he saw the passen gers laughing at him. "Yes-the toothache spoils one's manners badly You yell again and see what effect it will have. Every hand on this train will show very bad manners to you," and the very deter mined conductor went away, l eaving the im pression tbat he meant business. You had better wait until we start on the Tally-Ho before you yell again," suggested Charley. ft's right yer are, Masther Charles," said Barney. "Bedad, but I'll make the horses l'lll) their legs ofl' wid one wild whoop!" On the third day out they reached the little station on the Kansas Pacific Railroad to which the Tally-Ho bad been shipped. It was a small place, only a few stores and a tavern there. The three strangers attractecl no little notice from those about the place. They had the ap pearance of city chaps, and the residents tried to make their hair curl by telling of bloody deeds by Indians and road-agents in the country just below there. The freight had not yet come to hand, but would probably be in the next day, the ag, ent said. Nothing to do but wait, and wait they di:l, listening in silence to all the yarns any one chose to tell them. At last the freight came, and they set to work to put the Steam Tally-Ho together. The first to put up was the coach itself. Box after box was opened, and every piece found to fit snugly in ita place.

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4 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. First the, four wheels were put up, solid, it in a white cloud. His eyes, as were the eyes substantial and heavy, painted in the highest of the others, were of solid glass balls, inside of sty1e of the art. Then came all rest. It which were electric lights, to be turned on or took them a whole day to get it up, and whe11 off as needed. The necks were arranged so the it was finished, Charley Barney were unheads could be raised or lowered, as desired, bounded in their expressions of delight. ana turned either right or left by means of a The Tally-Ho was a beauty to behold, painted secret crank in the Tally-Ho. On the beads and varnished in gay colors, with a double seat -of the two bind horses were steam whistles, forward and two funher back. In the main which could awaken the echoes for miles body was storaae for everything necessary for a around. long trip, as weli as a refuge in time of danger. The reins were ribbons of tine steel covered By a sudden turning bf a crank the top with leather, so they could not be cut. Every and swallowed up the passengers, closing again, thing was complete. thus incasing them in an iron shell through "We'll start in the morning, boys, by the which no rifle ball could penetrate. All around brig]lt light," said Frank, as he proceeded/to were small adjustable port-holes, through open the boxes containing the arms, ammu!li which those inside could see and fire when neetion a;nd camp utensils. These were placed m essary. By a secret arrangement, the driver side the Tally-Ho and fastened up. could manage and guide the team as well inEarly the next morning, the whole popula side as when perched on the more elevated tion of the place were out to see them off. The seat. furnace that made the steam was not even ex" Ob, she is a jewel!" exclaimed Charley, as posed to view, and they were amazed at the he caught all the points of the wonderful invensight. Steam began to show at the escapetion. valves. "Arrah, but it's me swateheart she is!" cried "All aboard!" shouted Frank, who had now Barney, around the splendid vehicle pU:t on a regular buuter'a as like an overJoyea school-boy. bad Charley also, chmbmg up to the driver's "Blow me if I see how any horses will pull seat. that 'ere thing," said one of t he residents who Charley Gorse took a seat by his side, carryhad been standing around a11 day watching the ing a brace of revolvers in his belt. proceedings. "Why, it's all iron, an' as heavy "Whoop-hurrah!" yelled Barney O'Shea, as as a mountain." he stood up in his place "Sbtand out all "I guess we can move it if we can get horses creation. The young jaynius forever!" eaouab," said Charley. Pomp climbed up behind, and took his place "Yes, but you'll want about twenty hor ses. in a seat put up for him, crossed his arms, and "Guess we can get along with three," relooked pityingly down at the gaping crowd of marked Frank. hoosiers. "Bet yer don't go out three days afore ye're Pulling suddenly on the reins, the three horses stuck, scalped, and everlastingly cleaned out," threw up their beads, champed their bits, stamp said a swaggering specimen of the Western eel their fore feet, and switched their tails, as bluffer. though impatient to get away. "Name your pile, " said Frank, turning "Whoa, boys!" said Frank, as though trying suddenly on the man. "Put up or shat up." to curb them a few moments. "Hyers er hundred dollars," said the man, "Now, off with you!" and the steeds dashed drawing five twenty-dollar gold pieces from bis away in gallant style, and the magnificent pocket. stea!D Tally-Ho went speeding across the level I'll cover it and go a thousand better," said country at a terrific speed. Frank. "Whoop-whoop!" yelled Barney and Pomp, "IL's all I have, stranger." SJ:,ringing to their feet and swinging their hats "Well, there's a hundred to cover it. The above their heads. agent here will be stake-holder," and they both The crowd at the station yelled back, but handed the money to the station-agent, who they wer811lot heard. wrote down the bet and put it away in his the little station faded away in the dissafe. tance, and the Tally-Ho went on careering over Then t!Jey commenced putting up the iron the boundless prairie as fine a coach as ever horses, one by one. They were beauties-coal-rolled on wheels, the four daring spirits ripe black, with white foreheads, powerful limbs and and ready for any adventures that might greet feet. The claws on their hoofs took firm hold them on their journey. on the ground, which rendered slipping utterly impossible, except on glass. Their internal arrangements were similar to those of the famous Steam Team of two years ago, though more carefully built and polished. When they assumed shape the by-standers were astounded. "Iron bosses, by the Lord!" gasped an old pioneer. "Wbat'll come next, I wonder!" 11 But kin a iron run?" asked the man who had put up his money against the success of the thing. "Blast me if I know. They run steam en gines on the railroads, and darned if I don't believe they'll make something yet to run on plains, swim rivers, and climb mountains." The man w!Jo had bet all his money began to look blue as the horses approached completion. Tbey tad such a formidable look that be was afraid even to stand before them lest they should plunge forward and crush him. That night Pomp came in answer to a tele gram from Charley orderillg him to meet him at the station. Barney took him around and showed him tlae Tally-Ho. Pomp was wild with excite ment. ''Bless de Lord, dere's some more fun fc' dis chile yet!" he said, grinning from ear to ear as ho moved around and inspected the splendid piece of mechanism. The third horse, or leader, was the last one put up. He was a beauty-large and powerful. On his head he wore a plume-or what would he a plume when steam was up to blow through CHAPTER IV. THE BUFFALO HUNT. THE reader will remember where we left the young inventor and bis friends in the Steam Tally.Ho. They were bounding over the boundless prairie at railroad speed, laughing, talking, and:cheering as they flew past a farm house, the inmates of which gazed at them in dumfounded amazement. The steam horses worked admirably together, there being an utter absence of t be jars so no ticeable in the steam team which bad ended its career in the bottom of the great canyon the year before. Everything now was smooth as wax, and the borseu seemed to obey the slight est touch of the different cranks as well as the reins. "Frank," exclaimed Charley, when they had gone some twenty miles or more, "this ought to immortalize you." "Well, I don' t know about that," said laughing. If this axle undernea.Lh us shoul
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I FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. for a rifle. Barney and Pomp took one each also. They were Winchester rifles of the finest make and finish, carrying sixteen charges at a t1me. : Halloo!" cried Frank, as he espied a dark ObJect on the ground on the right. "Wbat's that out there?" Cbarley stood up on the seat, and gazed in t.he direction indicated. Take that spy-glass in there and see wbat i t is," said Frank, slacking up somewhat. Charley got tbe glass, and turned it on the object in the distance. Why, it's a wounded buf'ralo surrounded l.Jy coyotes!" he-cried. "That setties it!" said Frank turnin"" the Tally-Ho in tbat direction. "We'ii let that buf falo die in peace if we have to kill every cus!eu coyote on the J.!lains. Get your rifles ready and make e very shot count." The Tally-Ho rattled on toward the wounded buffalo. The great beast made desperate eflorts to get up and move away, l.Jut he was too near latter end to do so. Some bunter bad given him a wound that was doing its work. He was dying, and the two score bungryl coyotes around him were trying to worry him to a speedy death. Whet! within good rifle-shot distance of the pack, Frank halted the Tally-Ho and said: "Now give it to him, boys!" Bang-bang-bang! went the three rifles al most as one piece, and three coyotes rolled on the grass with bullet boles clean tbrou""b lliem. b The rest scattered. The coyote can run about as fast as the jackass-rabbit, and the time some of them made after the first volley made Pomp grin from ear to ear. "Jes look at dem wild dogs!" be chuckled. Dey's gwine home to dere mudders-he-he he!" "Begob, there's one as won't be after seeino- his mitherl". exclaimed Barney, aimin"" at wbo was gomg off at the rate of a miTe a minJte. bullet went through the beast, but was gomg so fast that be went a hundred yards or more before be knew he was hit. Then he gave a yelp and rolled over. His q_ompanions kept on, and the Tallv-Ho gave chase to the pack for ten minutes, Pomp, Barney, and Charley picking off" a number of them. "Now for that buffalo out there," said Char ley. That wounded fellow won't be troubled any more for twenty-four hours." Frank then chase to a huge bull buffalo, B?me miles away. He was making for timber, wb1ch could now be seen in the dim distance. "We must get him before be reaches that timber," said Charley. "We can do that," replied Frank; and puttmg on more steam, the three iron steeds dashed away as though g,reat stakes were up for the race. Stel;ldily they. gained the monster until they were m good nne-shot dtstance from him. ''Get alongside of him, Frank," urged Char ley. ''I want to get a side shot at him." "Steady, boys!" said Frank to his iron horses, as he put on even more steam and the Tally-Ho fairly flew over the plains. 'The bull beard the furious tread of the iron steeds be hind him, and redoubled his efforts to outstrip them. Just as the leader was within some twenty paces of him, Frank blew both whistles. Tilat was too much for the bull. He wheeled to face the terrible enemy, and the Tally-Ho dashed past him at a rattling pace. Frank stopped some two hundred yards be yend the bull. The enraged beast was g!arin"" th,elll all though. wondering why his d1dn t show fight, of dashin"" past him. Obarley raised his rifle, took deliberate aim and fired. The lmllAt penetrated the hull's eye and his career on the plains was ended. CHAPTER V. THE FIRST NIGHT ON THE PLAINS. IN a few moments tbe huge l.Jeast was dead. Charley, Pomp and Barney got down from tbe Tally-Ho and went back to look at him. He was a huge fellow, one who had perhaps been the king lmll of the herd for years' as he had innumerable scars on him, the ords of com bats with rival bulls in the vast herds t!Jat sometimes sweep over the plains. ''If he had stopped just ten feet further to the left," said Frank, as be camA up to look at him, "we would have been completely over thrown and everything smashed up." "The deuce!" exclaimed Charley, thunder struck. "What do you mean, Frank?" "Why, just look at him," said Frank, point ing to the dead bull. When he stopped we shot past him like an arrow. Suppose the leader had struck him with full force?" "Well?" and Charley looked his cousin full in the face. "There would have been a terrible accident We were going at the rate of nearly thirty per hour. The leader would have l.Jeen over the other two would have piled up on him and we would have been hurled to--" "De debil!" gasped Pomp, his eyes stretched as w1de as saucers. "Bedau, but a. miss is good as a moile said Barney, who did not care much for that is past. ., "Yes, but it is well to avoid such risks in the future," said Charley. "We ought not to crowd 'em so close." "You called out for me to get alono-side of it., t') So I did, but I won't do it again said Cba. rley, laughing. "Well, be s too old to eat; Jet's leave him suggested Fraok, leading the way back to the Tally-Ho. The others followed, and in a few moments were again in their. seats and rolling leisurely along toward the timber, which could now be seen ahead of them. "Ther-e's water where that timber is," said Charley, who was as familiar with the plains as an old pioneer. "Then we'll camp there for the night," said Frank; "for we may want more water before we lind it beyond the timber." "We can find some game there, too," sug gested Charley. They neared the timber, and found that it skirted the banks of a clear stream-a moderate sized river. "Just the place we want for a caRJp," re marked Frank, as be drew up within fifty yards of the river. They all leaped down and began to look around for a good place to pitch the tent, which they scon found. Frank opened the Tally-Ho and took out a tent and a complete set of camp utensils, which he banded one by one to Barney and Pomp. At last he came across one of the shillelabs be had made for Barney. banded. it to the Irishman, who looked at Jt w1th. affectiOn, in. his band, grasped it in the m1ddle, flourished 1t above his bead, and gave a. whoop that awoke the echoes for miles around. soon had a roaring blaze going, while Frank, Charley, and Pomp arranged the tent. tent up, tile fire going, and everything in to cook supper, Frank opened a chest Of prOVlSIOnS. "Here, let's have some fish for supper said Charley, producing some tackle from the am munition chest. Bedad, an' I'll ate all yez catch an' cry for more," said Barney. Oh, you s!Jut up, Barney," replied Charley gomg down to the river bank, where be over: turned a log and secured plenty of bait in the way of grubs. In the mear;time Pomp took a rifle on his shoulder and went up stream a few hundred yards in quest of game. He soon found a deer who put off with all speed. But no deer could get away from such a marksman as Pomp. He brought the Wmchester to bear upon him and sent three bullets into his body in quick su'cces swn, and the poor, timid beast succumbed. '' Yum-yum-yum !"said Pomp," dat's good steak for supper. Fish ain't nowilar wid deer steak." He then threw the deer over his shoulders and carried him back to camp. "It's an illigant shot yez are, Pomp," said Barney, as Pomp threw the game on the ground by the fire. Dat's what de deer said," remarked Pomp proudly. "Well, cut some steaks from it, Pomp," or dered Frank; "I've got to look after the horses." Pomp was butcher, cook, hunter, waiter or anything that came to hand. He was at everything, and always willing to pitch in and work. Ere Pomp had the steaks on the fire, Charley returned w1th nearly a. dozen fine perch. "Ob, this is the life that makes a man feel what he is!" exclaimed Frank as he came back from the horses and met Cba;ley with the fish. "Yes; I feel as though I never want to go back to civilization," responded Charley. Barney took the fish and cleaned them, and m less than a half hoar they were feasting on fried venison steak, bread and coffee. Knowmg the team could not run away nor be stolen, Frank and Charley bad no uneasiness about the Tally-Ho, so, at a.J. eamy hour they turned in and went to sleep. They awoke at daylight to find everything JUSt as they left them. Pomp was u p ahead or them, killing prairie hens l.Jy the dozen. He prepared, with Barney's help, a. dozen for th e coals, intending to have them as rations through the day. He was very fond of them as indeed they all were. Frank proceeded to get up steam in order to be off by the time the sun began to peep over the plains. He put in a full supply. of waterenough to last several days-in order to be prepared for any emergency. After.breakfast they struck tent, passed up everytbmg, a.nd we1e soon ready to move. "All aboard!" cried Frank and all four ?limbed up to. their seats on Tally-Ho, and Ill another mmute were rushinodown the left bank of t.he river at a rattling Ten miles below they struck the mail-coach road, which ran almost north and south over 600 miles from Taggart's Station through In dian Territory to the settlement south or them. "Whoop.!" he. again; "send us a ructiOn, for tins 1lhgant shtick is aching with idleness!" and he flourished it so close to Porn p's bead that the dar key exclaimed: "Look out dar, afore yer broke somefin""!'' "The mail road!" cried Charley as be saw "Whoop! Ould Ireland foriver!" yelled the clear-cut trail of the heavy stage-coach. Barney, dancmg a regular Irish jig as be twirled ''Yes, and the coach passed here not more the stick. than an hour ago," said Frank, as he inspected "Well, wait till you get a. chance to use it the wheel-ruts in the road. "I'll overtake Barney," said Frank, as be proceeded to hand them in another hour." out more of the contents of the Tally-Ho. "They are probably just behind that timber an il!igant shtick it is," cried Barney. in the bend of the river there" remarked Char Fa1th, an I'd make the divil's own head ache ley, pointing in the of the heavy tim wid it!'' her in advance of them, where the road ran "So you could, but let's s&e bow quick vou close to the edge of it. can make a good fire." Sure enough they were, but our heroes were "Och, a foire, is it? Bedad, an' I'm the bye astonished at the sight they beheld on turning as can make it red hot," and stickin"" the shilthe timber. Ielah in his belt alongside of his rev"olver the The mail-coach was surrounded by a gang or jolly Irishman went to work making a fire. He 011tlaws, who were plundering the passengers

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6 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. and mall bags, after having killed two of the horses and wounded the dnver. "Robbers, by all the saints!" cried Charley, as his quiek eye caught tile situation. Get the rifles out!" ordered Frank. Pomp, Charley ana Barney grasped their Winch esters, and wanted to get near enough to open fire. "Wait till we can tell the robbers from the passengers," said Charley. "Don't shpoil the ruction wid yer guns," ex claimed Barney. "Faith, an' let me get at the blaggards wid me shillelah. Whoop!" "Be quiet, you wild sou of--" "Whoop!" yelled Barney again, who was nearly beside himself wlth joy at the prospect of a ruction, as he called it. Tbe robbers saw the Tally-Ho coming, and didn't know what to make of it. It was coming so fast they thought the horses actually running away with it. But when tl. ey saw three men on top with guns in their hands, they knew that meant fight, so they prepared to fight and capture the sec ond coach. Frank slackened the speed of the Tally-Ho. "Now let 'em have it!" he cried, and the three rifles were leveled at the outlaws. CHAPTER VI. ON THlil BRINK OF DEATH. ALL three were splendid shots, and when they pulled a trigger something was hit. "At the first fire three robbers went down, to the great consternation of the band. "Charge!" the leader yelled, "and give 'em the revolver before they can reload." They did charge, but were instantly met by another volley, which llDt three more to the gwund in the agonies of death. Another, boys!" cried Frank, and another did the work. Those who survived it turoed and sought shelter in the timber. They could not face such a deallly fire as that. The pas sengers of the mail-coach, among whom were two young ladies going out to join their father, set up shouts of joy at their very unexpooted deliverance, and ran forward to meet the TallyHo. But when Frank turned loose both whistles, they back in consternation, and the two remaining norses of the mail coach reared and plunged in the greatest terror. Such things as steam horses they had !JjilVer dreamed of before, hence the passengers may well have been alarmed. "Whoa!" erie<' Frank, reining up alongside the coach. "Are any of you hurt?" "Only the driver," replied one of the passen gers. "But wJ\o are you?" "We are gentlemen and law-abidlng citi zens," replied ltrank, "and tender our assist ance in your trouble." "You have saved us, sir," said the elder of the two young ladies, "from those horrible rob bers. One of them took my watch and purse from me, all I had in the world." "Well, we'll 'See if they are on any of those we shot down, miss," said Charley, leaping to the ground, followed by Frank, Barney and Pomp. "Divil take the loikes!" cried "Noine men kilt an' not a head broken. We sphoiled an illegant ruction by using the guns, bad 'cess to 'em." The passengers aided in searching the bodies of the dead robbers. They were fortunate enough to find the watch and purse of the young lady, and they were restored to her intact. Some of the mail-bags had been cut open, but the mails were all there, the rascals not haviu:: had time to complete their work of vill.n.iny. Ben Homan, the driver, was pretty badly wounded. He was lying on the grass near tbe mail-bags, one of which had been placed under his head as a sort of pillow. There were four passengers-two men and two young ladies. "Driver," said Frank, leaning over the wounded stage-driver, "can you do any travel ing?" "Yes, I think I can," was the reply. "I can "In an hour, if necessary." be no worse than lying here to be finished if I "Very well. I shall have the mail ready am left." two hours." "Well, we ain't the kind that leave men beFrank and Charley busied themselves in ex. hind to be murdered. We'll carry you through amining the steam steeds, giving the boil9rs on our Steam Tally-Ho." water, fuel, etc., etc., and in less than two Jit>urr. "Steam Tally-Ho!" exclaimed the passenwere in front of the stage office receiving gers, in amazement. mails. "Yes, we run our horses by steam," replied They left amid the cheers of the crowd, an{! Frank. "Bullets don't have any effect on in a few minutes the town of Wyar..dotte lay in them. They can keep up at twenty-five miles the distance behind them. an hour all day and all the week." We will not stop to describe the incidents ot "Who in the world invented such a thing as the trip, save to remark that the robbers saw that?'' Ben Homan asked, rising on his elbow them as they passed, and recognized the Tally. and gazing at the splendid Tally-Ho Ho as the same coach that drove thflm off when "I got it up myself. Come, now, we must they bad the other in their power. get from here," and wiLh the assistance They resolved to lay for its return, and settle of Barney and one of the passengers he placed forever the question as to the supremacy of the Homan on the mail-bags, which had been road; and for that purpose mustered their full thrown into the Tally-Ho. Then the two young strength, and awaited their r eturn. ladies were placed on the middle seat. The Tally-Ho carried the mail through in two "Now, Charley, you and Barney and the days, a distance of 600 miles, and started hack other passengers get into the other stage, and in five hours with the return mail, refusing tfi follow; the two horses can bring you through." any passengers for the trip, as they pre" But you won't leave us?" ferred their own crowd to any one else. "Of course not." When they reached the river near where they They soon moved off, and in a few minutes encamped the night befo!le they discovered the were out of sight of the dead robbers. stage-robbers they halted, and concluded t() That night they reached a relay house. have another old-fashioned camp supper. The driver was growing worse from his The supper was soon cooked and eaten, and No surgeon was nearer than the terthey were about to take up the camp utensils, minus of the line, more than 300 miles south of when they heard a rush of in the open that point. prairie back: of them. Looking around, they He will die unless we get him to a physiwere astounded at seeing half a hundred armed cian," said Charley, shaking his head. horsemen charging down upon them at head" Then we'll get him to one before morning, long speed. or by morning," said Frank. "Quick, boys!" cried Frank, springing up on "How will you do it?" the keeper of the relay his seat, and gathering up t!Je reins. house asked. Chr.rley, Barney and Pomp lost no time in "Take him through on the Tally-Ho," was crowding up on the 'l'ally-Ho. the prompt reply. "All aboard?" Frank askeu, in very lulrHoman said he could stand the trip. The ried tones. two young ladies said they would go with them Yes," said Charley. "Lie down-they are and nurse him through. going to lire!" But the two male passengers bad to remain They barely had time to throw themselves behind, and wait till a team could be made up flat on their seati, when a volley burst from for them, much to their disgust. the outlaws, and a shower of bullets rattled "It's a good road, is it, Homan?" Frank askagainst tbe hon sides of the Tally-Ho. ed the wounded driver. "Now, olf with you!" said Charley. "Don't "Yes-level or gently rolling all the way," wait to shoot-too many of yonder devils!" he replied. "Bang-bang-bang!" came more shots. "Very well. We'll pull you through three Charley's hat was pierced by a bullet; Frank days ahead of time. All aboard!" lost a lock of hair, and Pomp's nose was grazed They had eaten a hearty supper, and were by another. now prepared for an all night's ride. Down inside-quick!" cried Frank, touching Tbe Tally-Ho started ofl' at a rattling pace, the secret spring that caused them to disappear and in five minutes the relay station was out of into the body of the Tally-Ho, and the top to sight. close over them, completely shutting them up When it grew dark Frank turned on the elec-as)n a box. tric lights, which shone through the eyes 1'!'y this time the outlaws were all around of the iron steeds, illuminating the plains for a the Tally-Ho, yelling like so many wild Coquarter of a mile ahead of them. mancbes. Tbe young ladies were unbounded in their ex"Surrender!" yelled their leader, "or you'll pressions of admiration, and never tired of askall be killed!" ine: questions. Frank said not a word, but used the levers All through the long night the Tally-Ho flew inside to guide the three gallant steam horses. along over the smooth prairie land, and just as They started off on a run, turning square the gray dawn began to illumine the eastern off from the road and going directly from the horizon they came in sight of Wyandotte, river. end of the stage line. With frantic yells, the outlaws followed at They rattled up in front of the stage office full speed. and hallooed. "Howly Moses! we are afther running away The postmaster was astonished when he was from as foine a ruction as iver blist tbe oiea o' called up and told that the mail was in three man!" groaned Barney O'Shea, as the Tally-Ho days ahead of time. rattled away, with the yelling outlaws behind How did it e:et here?" he asked. her. Faith, we tirought it, yer gossoon," replied The night was very dark; but the electric Barney. lights from the eyes of the horses enabled Frank "How did you bring it?" to see the ground some two or three hundred "Arrah now, yez haven't ony eyes in yer feet in front of bim. Yet he dared not go faster head, have ye? Sure, an' the Stame Tally-Ho than the outlaws could ride. His hope was brought it, good cess to the same." that their horse! would soon give an d lag Of course the arrival of the steam Tally-Ho behind. He could see them through the rifle created the most profound sensation in the inholes in the rear of the Tally-Ho. land town, and everybody crowded around to Suddenly he gasped: see it and ask questions. "'My God!" and grasped the lever, that But the postmaster was a man of business. brought the Tally-Ho to a full stop on the brink He placed Homan in charge of the only physi-of an immensfl chasm. Tbe leader was witbin ciao in the place, and immediately contracted !l. few feet of the brink. It was dark and yawn with Frank to carry the mjli!s back to the railmg. road, with ad vices to the government about the "Lordi wha\ a narrow escape!" he exattack on tbe stage. I claimed. "When can you be off?" he asked. "What is it?" Charley asked.

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I FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 7 "A chasm!" "Then we must fight here." "Ye.s-get your rifles ready The outlaws came yelling around the TallyHo like so many wild beasts. They knew the cbii.Sm was there, and believed the Tally-Ho and the United States mails were all their own. Volley after volley were fired at the Tally-Ho. i The b 11llets llattened against it, and fell llflrm lese to the ground. "Wait till I turn the lights on them," said FranF::, "and then you can give 'em a volley that will tell-now!" By a secret lever known only to himself, Frank turued the horses' heads slowly around, as though they were trying to look at their tor mentora, throwing powerful electric lights full upon the outla\vs. The other three ran out their deadly Winchesters, and poured a wither ing volley into their ranks,' mowing them down like grass before the reaper. A yell of rage burst from them which Barney answered with: "Corne on, ye divils! Whoop! Ireland for "It's iron, boys!" cried the outlaw leader; ret's push it over ioto the chasm-come on, all in a body--every man do his best-now!'' The daring outlaws rushed in a body t_o push the team over into the dark yawning chasm, madxclaimell Charley. "The Irish man is dead for a fool!" But to the surprise of every-one the bullet missed. The outlaw's aim was bad because his head WII.S ringing with the tap from the shillelab in :Barney's hand. "Whoop!'' yelled Barney. "Shoot me, will ye! Take that, ye dirtby blaggard-an' that! W11oopl" The outlaw fired twice more, but Barney rained blows on his head tit! he went t: the grass, utterly unconscious. "Arrah, me darlintl" Barney, actually kissing the shillelah, "yez are the bye for Bar ney O'Shea. Faith, an' it's mesilf that knows how to bate 'ern. Whoop!" and he fairly danced a real old Irish jig around the prostrate outlaw. "Take that revolver away from him, you thick-headed fool!'' cried Charley, "before he gets up and puts a bullet through yt'u!" "Bedad, but it's a bullet I'll put through him wid me shilllllahl" replied Barney. "I surrender!" cried the outlaw again, his face, head and neck covered with blood. "Shtand up an' foight for it, thin!" cried Barney, spitting on his band and seizing his shillelah again. Divil a wan will yez get till yez foight for it. Shtand up, ye blaggard, till I bate yer head off av yer shoulders." 1 That'll do, Barney. Tie his hands behind him," said Frank, after seeing that the man was really weak from the Joss of blood. "By the piper as played afore Moses!" ex claimed Barney, 11 don't me ruction wid the blaggard, Masther Frank. Wait till I give him anither whack for ould Ireland!" Charley leaped to the ground just in time to keep Barney from breaking the prisoner's bead with his shillelah That'll do, Barney," he said; "let's tie him up and catch another one." "Whoop! show me the dirtily blaggards!" Pomp came down with cords, and in a few minutes they bad the prisoner tied securel.v, and placed inside the Tally-Ho, where he was as safe as though behind the bars of a dungeon. "Now, away for the road, Frank!" Get up there, yon darlings!" cried Fr nk, and the obedient steeds pranced along toward the river till they struck the stage-road again. "Ah, here it is!" cried Charley. "Now we can push on for Wyandotte as fast as we please," and they did. The Tally-Ho went like a rail road locomotive, for they knew the road and were not afraid of it. Steam never tires Neither do steam borslls, and so the Tally-Ho pushed on at the rate of tw{lotv-tive miles per bour all through the niiht, the steady electric lights showing the way with infallible accuracy. They did not reach Wyandot.te till high noon tht> next day, so long did the light with the o ut laws detain them. But their return filled the people with amaze ment. Such traveling as that seemed incredible. The story of the fight with the outlaws seemed like a romance to them. They saw and counted over one hundred bullet marks on the Tally-HIO and steath horses When they saw the prisoner they had brought in, some of them recognized him as a bad character from New Mexico, and the proposi tion to lynch him found no opposition, save from Barney O'S!Jea. "By the powers!" he exclaimed, "give him a shillelah an' let him foight wid me for his loife. Ocb, I'm a broth av a bye from Ireland, an' kin bate the head off av the blaggard!" But they would not agree to Jet the rollicking Irishman have the funor putting the a ail rob ber out of the way. In that extreme border town, six hundred miles away from any rail road, the citizens desired to put themselves on record against the outlaws of that section. A 1meeting was called as soon as they heard the story of the prisoner's connection with the mail robbers, and Frank, Charley, Barney and Pomp gave their testimony against him. He made no defense, knowing it to be useless, on l y begging that thlly would shoot instead of hang him. His prayer was not heeded, however, and he was condemned, taken out and hung by as orderly a mob as ever carried out a verdict or Judge Lynch's court. ''Charley," said Frank, as they csme away from the banging, "I am utterly worn out for want o.f sleep." "So am I." Begorra !" exclaimed Barney, 1 wan side aT me is aslape now," and he did look sleepy enough. Then let's all go to the hotel and-no; you three go, and I'll sleep in the Tally-Ho. We must have sleep." CHAPTER VIIT. A NEW ROUTE-FORDING A RIVER. FRANK went to the Tally-Ho and got inside of it and disposed himself for a long nap He had lost nearly two nights' sleep, and felt very weary. The others were equally as bad ofi; and were soon slumbering away at the hotel. Of course a crowd were around the Tally-Ho all day long, but they made little noise, know ing that the young inventor of the wonderful coach was asleep inside of it. All that afternoon and night the sleepers re mained in the land of.dreams, coming forth the next morning refreshed and ready for any ad venture that might come to hand. "Mr. Reade," said t!Je postmaster, when he met the young inventor again, would you take a contract to convey the mails for the government?'' "Well, perhaps I would," replied Frank, "if the route w.as one that would pay. It wouldn't me to run this six hundred mile route, though, for it's too small." "Yet this route pays the contractor $10,000 a year, and he keeps over a hundred horses and four stages going." "The deuce he does!" bluntly exclaimed Frank. "Yes-and you can run it with no horses to feed nor relay houses to keep up. Besides, you can make the trip in two days, whereas it now takes seven days to make the six hundred miles." The postmaster owned a fourth of Wyandotte, and was anxious to get the steam Tally-Ho on the route, believing it would build up the town rapidly and protect the mails. "Well. I'll think about it," said Frank, as he turned away. "But on," said the postmaster; "you could take tile route four hundred miles south of here, which would give yon one thousand miles of route. That would make your for t u ne in two or th res yeara, 9S," here the postmaster

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8 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. put his hand to his mouth, and whispered, "there's mi!J.ions in it!" "Millitms!" "Well, I mean thousands," said the post master, correcting his statement. "How can I get the contract?" "TI:Je present contract expires this month," whispered the postmaster. "My partner in speculations is the mem her of Congress from this part of the world. You can understand enough from that. "But wouldn't it throw a good many men out of employment?" "It would throw some out, of course, ad mitted the postmaster; "but men have always bad to give way to improvements, you know. The-Pacific Railroad broke up Ben Halliday's stage route. Your steam stage will drive out the old-fashioned horse stage m a level country like this." "That's true. Get the contract and 1'11 take it." "Very well; give us your hand on that, pard!" and the delighted postmaster grasped the young inventor's hand and shook it warmly. "One of the old coaches will come in, and will go out again to-morrow," he said. "'l'be one on the other route south of here is now three days behind. I guess the Indians have gotten away with 1t, though Joe Bledsoe is as brave a man as ever pulled a rein. The Co manches have been growing troublesome all along the line lately, and I guess they've cap tured Joe's stage. Now, can't you take the mail for Santa Fe to--'' Santa Fe?" "Ah, I don't mean for you to go clear through to Santa Fe," replied;the postmaster; "only to Devil's Hole where that route connects with the Santa Fe stage." "How far is it to Devil's Hole?" Frank asked. ''Four hundred miles." "Good road?" Yes, splendid; in the hills the road winds around tlt0ir base on good level ground." "I'll go." "ShakeI like your pluck." They shook hands again. "You'll have to tight, in all probability," re marked the postmaster. "So much the better," laughed Frank. "We like a little spice of danger." and Frank went out tell Charley of the new trip he had on band. "Whoop!" yelled Barney. "I'll have a whack at the red blaggards now, begorra." "Yes, and they n1ay their fingers in your bair, too, you fool," said Charley. "Divil a wttn av thim kin take me sculp!" he replied. "Bedad, I'd break ther red heads av thim." "Who ever heard of a red-headed Indian?" remarked Charley, laughing. "Begorra, wait till I give 'em a whack wid me shillelah," said Barney, spitting in his hand and grasping his national weapon, and I'll make him red all over." "He's got you tnere, Charley," laaghed Frank, as they went back to the Tally-Ho to get up steam. They examined every part of the machinery and saw that nothing was out of order. In an hour they were ready to start, and drove around to the stage-office for the mails and final instructions. These they soon received. Several men volunteered to go along to help fight, in case of a ttack by the Indians. "We are much obliged to you, gentlemen," said Frank, "but we have all the help we need. We don't fear all the Indians in the West." Everything being in readiness, Frank gather ad up the reins and sang out: "G'long there!" and the gallaBt steeds sprang away like a whirlwind, followed by the cheers ef the crowd around the stage-office They were soon on the level plains south of Wyandotte, bounding in a south-westerly direc tion at a rattling pace. In a couple of hours they were beyond the line of settlement, and the country seemed more wild than any they had yet seen. A low rr.nge of hills we.re seen in the distance on the right. }3ut they followed the beaten track of the stages, aud pushed on for hours without anything to mry the monotony of the trip. At last they espied a belt of timber in advance of them. '' That means a stream of some kind," said Charley. "And no bridge, either,'' added Frank. "Of course not. 'Wt'll have to ford it if we cross at all." "Well, I'll be pretty certain of the depth and the character of the bottom before I drive into it," Frank said with a very determined man ner. "Yes-that's easily done." When they reached the timber they found a river there which was quite broat, and they noticed that the stage-road ran down into it and came out on the other side. "ThesA horses can't swim," saitl Frar;k, halt ing the team, and looking at the rolling river I.Jefore him. "It can't be very deep," remarked Charley. "Well, we must find out about that. Who'll wade across?" I will, begorra, said Barney, lea r-ing lo the !ITOUnd. "I'm dar, too," said Pomp, who had a duck's fondness for w&cE'r. "Well, wade in and see how deep it is." They both stripped and went in. The water was quite cold, and as clear as crystal. In no place did they find it waist deep. They landed on the other side, and then returned to re port. "How is the bottom?'' Frank asked. "Hard sand," t!:ley both replied. "All right; get up to your places." Barney and 'Pomp dressed themselves and re mounted, and the Tally-Ho weut boldly into the stream. The iron horses went through as naturar as life, and when they climbed the opposite bank Frank pulled the whistle-valve and awoke the echoes for miles. "How's that?" exclaimed Charley, in enthu siastic admiration of the feat. "Begorra, I belave they can shw-im up strame, the darlints." Ob course, dey kin," said Pomp; "dem bosses ain't no slouches, dey ain't." This seems to be li good road ahead of us here," remarked Frank, starting ofl' at a brisk pace. "We must contrive to get through that range of hills before night sets in, as the In dians may lie in ambush for us somewhere there." "We must keep our eyes open." "Can't see much in the dark." 1 we can throw the lights around pretty lively." Miles upon miles were and they en tered the hills, where the road wound in and out among them, seeking the level places at their bases. CHAPTER IX. THE NIGHT ATT A CK. "Well, let's go and keep a good watch for them." They remounted. The sun was just sinking behind the hills. "Frank, when it grows darker I think we had better get inside and drive by the aid of the electric lights; for if they were to fire on us from an ambush, they'd riddle us with bullets before we could say Ja...:k Robinson." "Well, we may as w ell get inside now. I can 11ee as well to drive that way as uny other, though I don't like to go so fast." "All right; though we don't go fast in these hills, anyway;" and in a few minutes they were all inside the Tally-Ho, leaving it, to all appear atlces, without a driver or passenger. The horses trotted along, tuming around the base of the hills as gracefully as the best traiued horses could do, keeping up a steady pace of about ten miles an hour. Soon it became dark, and the hills cast som, ber shadQws over the winding road. Touching the electric wire, the six lights in the eyes of the steam horses were in full blaze in a flash lighting up the road as bright as day, rendering the scene both weird and pic turesque. Frank kept his eyes steadily on the road in front of him, for in some places it was both narrow and dangerous, a mistake would have sent them rolling down a precipice of one or two hundred feet. As the night advanced it grew darker, but thaL made httle difference with them. The electric light showed the way plainly. Suddenly they saw, or at least Frank did, several Indians mounted on horseback in the middle of the road staring in dumfounded amazement at the strange vehicle approaching them. They seemed to be on the watch for the stage, and seeing the Tally-Ho's strange lights approaching them, they wheeled and fled as fast as their horses could carry them. "Boys," whispered Frank, "keep perfectly quiet. I saw a band of red devils in fmnt just now. We'll hear from them soon. Just till I give orders, and then we'll have some fun." Begorra, it's the fun I'm afther," whispered Barney O'Shea. Well, we'll have it at the right time." Frank slacked his speed to five miles an hour, and kept a watch. He knew the Indians had gone ahead to pre pare an ambush. Two miles further on they struck the am bush. A volley of at least two score rifles greeted th!l horses and Tally-Ho, the leaden hail rattling on the wrought-iron of both with harnr less effect. "Keep quiet," whispered Frank, keeping the Tally-Ho going at a moderate trQt along the road, to the astonishment of the Indians. They were amazed that not a horse shied at the fire, neither did they quicken their speed in the least. WHEN they were some four or five miles adThey poured another volley inlo the irol\ vanced among the bills, they suddenly came to horses, yelling like so many untamed devils at a place where there had been a fire in the midthe same time. die of the road. Still the horses trotted leisurely along, as There were also a heap of bones on the though nothing had occurred to disturb the ground about the place. stillness of the hour. "By the Lord Harry!" exclaimed Charley The superstit.ious red-men began to think Gorse "there's the remains of Joe Bledsoe's something was wrong. But there were evi stage!" denLly white men among them, painted up as "Are you sure?'' cried Frank, suddenly reinsavages, for they soon ran forward and s e ized ing up the horses the bits of the horses and endeavored to check "Yes; can't you see the tires and other iron them. works of the stage among the ashes ? Look at They might as well l1ave tried to stop a looo those bones there, picked clean by the coy otes! motive. The iron steeds threw up their heads Horses and men. They killed two of the horses and shook loose the red devils. to stop the stage. Oh, how I could burn the Some climbed upon their backs and struck fiends!" with their tomahawks. Others climbed on top "BE the powers, I could bate the bead off av crowding up as many as could find sitting ther whole thribe, the red hatbinsl" exclaimed room, yelling like demons the while and tug Barney O'Shea, the hot Irish blood mantling his giBg at the reins in a vain endeavor to stop the cheeks. Tally-Ho. They dismounted and examined the remains. "Oh, m!ther o' Moses!" groaned Bargey Only two human beingl! bad been killed. They O'Shea; "that I should iver live to see the red could tell that from the bones they found in tbe nagurs on top av the Tally-Ho!" heap "Now let 'em have it!" cried Frank. suddenly

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FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. Q turning valve and giving forth shri e ks that froze blood of the savages with terror. At the same time, Barney, Pomp and Charley put the muzzles of their revolvers through the adjustable holes on top of the Tally Ho, and opened tire. Never were Indians more astonishl)rl. They fetl off, rolled of!; jumped, and some went oft' never to get up again. Had a thousand bomets been turned loose on them, they could not have displayed more activity than they did. They shrieked, screamed and howled till the hills re-echoed a pandemonium of liendish sounds. "Ha-hn-hal" chuckled Frank, softly; that fetched 'ern. Just keep still and see how it will work. They don't understand this thing at all." A continuous fire was kept up on the Tally-Ho for several miles. Every time an Indian came in range of the electric light, Barney or Pomp or Obai'ley J;>Ut a bullet through him, until at last they seemed to think this new kind of a stage waa too much for them. Yet they followed it mile after mile, firing at it till there was not an inch surface on the back part of the Tally-Ho that had not been struck by a l:Jullet. They were Ieath to give up a prize they had con sidered all their own; but they flpally did, and the Tally-Ho swept through the bills in triumphant safety, reaching the plains on the other side just as the gray streaks of dawn began to illu mine the east. "Now for a fast run!" cried Frank, sud denly opening the top of the Tally-Ho and scrambling to his seat; "g'lang, you racers whoop!" CHAPTER X. BARNBY O'SHEA'S FIGHT WITH A RED-SKIN. OVER the level stretch of country the Steam Tally-Ho flew like a chariot drawn by winged steeds. The four daring men who bad spent the night in the narrow compass of the Tally Ho W('re glad to get out on the seats once more and breathe the fresh morning air. "The morning air is sweet," said Frank. "Indade it Is," replied Barney, "an' it 'moinds me av ould Ireland, bedadl" "What does?" "The frish air, bel!;orra!" Oh !" and Charley winked at Frank, as much a.s to saY.: "He just saved himself, didn't he!" Frank was looking at the horses as they flew along over the leve l country. They were spot ted all over, where the leaden bullets had flat tened against them "Just look at those bullet-marks," he said after a minute or two of silence. "Those red devils must have fired a thousand shots at us last night." "An' divil a wan av us is hurted," said Barney. "No-and that is more than some of them can say." "Arrah, now, could I have given 'em a taste av me shtick, bedad, they'd all be dead, wid not a whole bead on 'em, the bath ins." "Why, you fool, they'd have riddled you with bullets," said Charley. "Divil a wan," persisted : Barney; "they don't hurt O'Sheas that way, begorra "Well, don't you try tbat on a whole band of red skins at once They are too many f or you." "Look dar-dere's more ob dem red debils!" cried Pomp, pointinl! off to the right about a couple of miles to n party of some twenty or more Indians on horseback. Just then the Indians seemed to have dis covered the stage, as they evidently took the 'l'ftlly-Ho to be, tmd at once made for it, urging their horses to the top of their speed Down inside again I" cried Frank, and in a another moment all four of the.m were down in the bady of the Tally-Ho, safe from any bullets that might come f rom the red skins. F r ank slackened the speed o f the steam horsea to a gentle trot. Whe n the Indians came up they were astonished at not seeing anybody i n the driver's s eat. The y rode all a round it, peerin&: cu r iously a t i t T hen the horses suddenly attracted attention. They crowded as close to them as they dared. Such horses they had never seen before. Suddenly Frank turned the whistle-valve, and each whistle gave an ear-piercing shriek. Sacb a scattering! The Indians were as badly frightened as their horses. Some of them ran nearly a mile before they stopped. But they bad not made any hostile demon strations, hence Frank would not allow any one to tire on them. ' "Here they come again," said Charley. "Well, let 'em come. We can afl"ord to let 'em satisfy their curiosity." "By the great blue crane!" cried Charley, they are going to fire." Let 'em fire." "Bang!" came a volley from the savages, every gun of which was aimed at the steam horses. The wh\stles again blew and then Frank turned the Tally-Ho in pursuit of them Of course they fled. Horses that bullets could not burt were to be feared, so they put off in a body as fast ae they could ride. "Out on your seats!'' cried Frank, "and pick 'em off. I'll keep you in range." Whoop!" cried Barney O'Shea. "The red divils 'II ni ver see home agen I" ani with that the three deadly Winchester rifle s began to play upon the red Bedouins of the plains. Crack-crack-crack! they went, and down went a savage at every shot. Dismayed and panic-stricken, the red rascals threw themselves on the sides of their horses, one foot holding to the crupper and an arm over the neck. By this means only an arm and n. foot were exposed, which no marksman could hit while the horse was In full speed. "Bedad, but I belave they've crawled into their bosses!" exclaimed Barney. "No, they are behind 'em. Shoot th& bosses!" Pomp l.Jrought down a horse, and an Indian promptly concealed himself behind him. Char ley did likewise only be got his Indian before he could get out oi range. Barney brought down a horse, and failed to get n. shot at IJJe savage. "Whoop!" be yelled, laying down his gun and making a flying leap from the top of t.he Tally-Ho, while it was going at the rate of at least tifteel! miles per hour. "Great Heaven!" gasped Frank, as he saw the foolhardy Irishman strike the ground and roll nearly fifty feet from the impetus of the speed at which they were running. "The fool will break his neck!" and he suddenly brought the Tally-Ho to a stand-still. Barney pulled himself together after a minute or so took his shillelah, spat in his hand, and made a rush for the savage behind the horse. Luckily for him the Indian had not had time to reload his rifle, or that would have been the last of Mr. Barney O'Shea. Neither would be have escaped had the savage carried a revolver. But the red skin still had his tomahawk and scalping knife. "Come up, ye red devil, till I bate the bead off av yet cried Barney, as he went around to the other side and had a full view of the red-skin. He was an U!ly-looking fellow, but Barney never feared anything in human shape when he had a stout shillelab in his hand. Seeing that Barney meant mischief, the savage gave a grunt and sprang to his feet. "Ugh! me take scalp!" "Divil a wan! Take that, ye oulcl spalpeen av a red haythin!" and Barney aimed a blow at the astounded savage that sent him reeling like a drunken man. Look out fo' dat batc het!" yelled Pomp, as the savage recovered and rushed at the daring Irishman, with upraised tomahawk. "Look out dar, I tole yer!" Barney was on tile lookout, and dodged the weapon as it was whirled at his head. The next moment he rained a half dozen blows on the Com anche's bead which made hi m stagger like a reed in the wind. "Whoop-ould Ireland forever!" yelled Bar ney, da ncin&" aro und the disgusted sava::e hke a Chimpanzee with the itch Shtand stlll till I give ye me best hand!" And whack went another on the bead of the aborigine. No Indian ever understood the art of spar ring. They fight with knife and tomahawk, and 111ake short work of it. But here was a pale face belaboring him with a short stick, making him see more stars tb3n he ever dreamed had and he couldn't touch him with his knife. "Uge-white man fight like squaw!" he sneered. facing the dancing Irishmr.n again "Bedad, thin an' yez had betther sind for yer squaws to do ) 'ei' foigbtin'," retorted Bar ney, "for I'm goin' to bate the loife out av ye. Take that, ye son nv a red rlivil!" And with that he gave him a that sent him to grass in a jiffy. "Hi-hi-hi!" yelled Pomp, "bit 'im again, Mr. Barney!" "Look out for your Indian behind that otiler horse, Pomp!" said Charley warningly. Pomp bad forgotten about the other in the excitement. He looked, and could see nothing of the other. Golly, he's done gone ler us," he said "Get down and look for him, Pomp." Pomp did, but he carried his Winchester rille with him, ready to raise and tire at a moment' notice. He found a trail through the grass where the savage bad crawled away. He fol lowed some distance, when the red-man suddenly sprang up before him, rifle in band. CHAPTER XI. POMP AND THE INDIAN-A RUCTION IN CA3!P. THE two glared at each other in silence. P<:np had the drop on the red-skin and the l atter dared not move for fear that moment would l.Je his last. Drop dat gun," said Pomp. "Ugh!" grunted the Comanche. "Drop it, I tole yer "Ugh!'' "Ef yer don't drop dat gun you'se a dead Injun, sbuahl" "Wahl" "De debill" "Ugh, wah!" grunted the savage, again mak ing a movement towards Pomp. "Yer want war,' eh! Drap dat gun, I tole yerl" cried Pomp, as the savage advanced. "Ugh, wah!" Bang went Pomp's rifle, and the savage gave a death-yell, and fell forward on his face. Pomp went forward, picked up the dead I n dian's rifle and tomahawk, and came away with them. The other I'ldian to whom Barney O'Sboo was paying his attention was so battered and bruised by Barney s merciless shillelab, that Frank and Charley had to call him away. "Let him go, Barney, said Frank. You've given him enough "Bedad, au' be hasn't enough whin be bas any loifein him yet," replied Barney, flourish ing his club over the battered head of th e savage. "The dirtby blaggard 'd take me skelp if he could!" and with that he sent him to grass with a whack that made him lie still as a log "Begorra, it's yez neck I hope is broken!" said Barney, as lhe walked back to the Tally Ho, which w.as still waiting for them. Not a live Indian was anywhere now in sight. The others bad made their escape, and had dis appeared behind a range of low hills in the dii tance. l "Pomp," said Charley to the black belimd him as the Tally-Ho turned back to find tb a stage road, "what did you say to that Indian before you shot him?" "I told him ter drap dat gun "What did he say!" "He s aid 'Ugh!' an' I tole him he coul dn't skeer me. Drop dat gun, I tole him an' he said: wah,' a n I t ole him I'd give hi m war an I did!"

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10 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. Charley and Frank b urst into a roar of laughPomp, opening wide his eyes and staring around ter to the great astonishment of the IJlack. him. "Gimme some 'possum an'-sho, Marse "What yer lalin' at, eh?" he asked. Charley, x_ouse a foolin us!" "You fool, that poor devil wanted to surren' Pomp, there's a fiock of prairie hens out uer and give you his gun." hera," he said. "Get your rifle out and we'll "De Lor' gorramighty !" gasped Pomp. "I soon have something better than 'possum for don't know Injan tork. Him dead as de debil dinner." now " Better take the shot-gun," suggested Frank, "Niggers don't be afther knowing anything." waking up and getting out to his seBt. commented Barney, who was disposed to crow "Nuffin so good as 'possum an' coon gravy, over his ruction with the savage he had so unMarse Charley-oil, yum-yum!" mercifully pounded with his shillelah. "Faith, an' I belave it's a coyote ye'd ate "Yer ain't nuffin' but a ole tater-eater-yer nixt." ain't!" sal'd Pomp, sneeringly. "Coyote better meat dan Irish meat," re" Bed ad, I kin ate yez h e ad off av yerl" extorted Pomp as he got down with the shot-gun claimed Barney. and went in search of the grouse. "Youse can't! Youse ain't man enough, yer "Barney, you are trying to get up another crazy Irisher!" ruction with Pomp," said Frank, when Pomp "Faith, I and whack went the was out of hea ring, "and whe n you do, you 1hillelah over Pomp's head, knocking off a will leave the TallyHo forever. I will drop patch of wool. you right on the spot and leave you to your "Hold on, therol" cried Frank, suddenly fate. that in your pipe and smoke it." ehuLting off steam. What in thunder Bedad, thin, I won't foight wid him," said do--" Barney. "You had better not. Pomp is a bad goat Pomp cut the question short by butting Barwith his head when he gets started, and don't ney clear off the Tally-Ho, sending him in a you forget it." heap on the grass below, and knocking pretty The allusion to Pllmp's head made Barney much all the breath out of him. feel sick, but he didn't say anything more about "How yer like dat, eb?" cried Pomp, looking it. back at the astonished Irishman, pulling himIn the mer.ntlme, Pomp tramped around in self together again. "Yer doan't wanter hit tte direction of where Charley had seen the me no mo'." covey of grouse go down in the grass, and in a "Whoop! Come down, yer black spalpeen, short time he flushed them. till I batther yez--" He was a splendid wing-shot, brou!!:ht "Barney O Shea," cried Frank . "it you don't down two of the birds. apologize, and shake hands with Pomp, I'll They fiew half a mile and and went down in drive otr and leave you. You insulted him, the gras3 again. Following them up he s9cu,red and then struck the first blow. I won'' have two more. With these he returned to the Tallyit-do you understand?'' Ho, where Barney had a rousing fire ready to "It's laving me, is It?" replied Barney. cook theiD. "Divil take me, but I'll kill all the red nagurs In order to expedite matters each took a in the worruld!'' and the enraged Irishman bird and prepared it, and in an Incredibly short danced around, flourishing his shillelah, and space of. Lime after ihey were shot, the birds Pomp to come down. were fiUJetly packed away in the stomachs of "Ef I come down dar, I'll butt youse innerds the four hungry men. outen you!" said Poll! p. ( "Hush, Pomp!" said Charley. "I say, you ---infernal ass, are you going with this crowd?" CHAPTER XII. Whoop, ould Ireland fori verI" roared Bar-1 N D E v 1 L s n 0 LB. ney. "I'm the bye as can bate the whole TallyHo-whack!" and he struck one of the horses THB meal being ended, Frank took the reins over the head with the shillelah. The wroughtand drove off down the road, which seemed to Iron splintered the shillelah all to pieces. With run parallel to the river for many miles. Of a grimace expressive of diegust, he threw the course no road was there save the simple trail weapon away, and turned to climb back to his of the stage, which made only weekly trips be seat. tween Wyandotte and Devil's Hole. That was "Now, you behave yourself, Barney O'Shea," enough for our heroes to see and foliow. said Frank, "or you'll be kicked out of the Charley went inside and laid down, and In a crowd. You can get fighting enough without few minutes he was sleeping soundly, the mogetLing up a ruction with Pomi,J. tion of the Tally-Ho soothing instead of disBarney said not a word in reply. He was too turbing his slum hers. He slept all the after mad. Irishman like, he felt aggrieved at havnoon till quite dark, as did both Pomp and Bar Ing been butted off the Tally-Ho by a nigger,' ney, in their seats so when the night came on which was something he could not endure, parthey were all refreshed and ready for any ad ticularly as he saw a broad grin on Pomp's face venture that might turn up. as Frank was lecturing him. But the route lay through a dead level, and But he soon grew good-natured again, seeing as far as could be seen nothing was observed that Pomp bore him no malice. to disturb the monotony of the scene. The old stage road was regained, and the All through the night the Ta!Iy-Ho rolled Tally-Ho pushed on for Devil's Hole with great along, and sunrise brought them again in sight epeed. of hills somewhat more abrupt than those in "Now, Charley," said Frank, "I want yon which they had encountered the Indians. to learn how to run the Tally-Ho, so we can "That lqoks more plAasant than plains," take turns it. We need sleep, and must have said Frank, gazing at the hills In the distance. It regularly, or we'll break down. It we have ''Yes-though we may have to fight our way to travel to-night as we did last night, we'd just throul!:h them, as we did the first range," said fall asleep on our seats, and then we'd all go to Charley. everlasting smash." "I don't think we will have any more trouble, "Yes-that's so," replied Charley. "I guess as we are close to Devil's Hole." I can run it now, though I don't know much "How know you that?" about tho workings Inside. I know all about "I know we have come pretty close on to the working of It from the driver's aeat." four hundred miles, which fa the length of the Charley then took charge and demonstrated route," was the reply. that be knew llow to run it, after which Frank "Well, I hope so. Do yon know, I am as got down Inside and curled up for a nap of hungry as a wotr?" sleep. So am I." "Wake me up at noon," he said. "Begorra, show me a wolf, an' I'll ate him I" Barney and Pomp both fell asleep In their !aid Barney. IJBats and slept soundly till noon, when Charley Yum-yum-yuml good, 'possum," said halted by the banks of another stream and Pomp, licking his chops in anticipation of a talfed them up by yelling loudly: good 'possum supper some time blilfore he "Dinner!" shuffied off this mortal coil. "Gcod Lor', whar dat dinner!" exclaimed "We will see what's behind those hills before we stop fCII' breakfast," remarked Frank, putting on more steam, and making the horses go lika the wind. The hills were soon reached, and then the speed was slackened. The of the stages wound m and out among the hills, and in an other hour they came I!Uddenly upon Devil's Hole, a scattered town oC several hundred in habitants. Tbe people were astonished at seeing such a fancy-looking turnout as the Tally-Ho seemed to be. They did not notice that it was drawn by steam horses at first, till Frank blew the whistles several times. Some of them had heard steam whistles before, but they were as tounded at hearing them several hundred miles away from any railroad; hence they made haste to g et to the stage office, Lhe place of as sembly whenever anything was going on in Devil's Hole. They came around in open-mouthed wonder, staring like lunatics at the Tally-Ho and her four managers. "Wbere s the postmaster?" demanded Frank, as he rein e d up in front of the stage and post-office. "Hvar," responded a burly, black-bearded man, with a belt stuck full of revolvere. What you want?" "Here's a letter for you," and Frank tossed him a letter the postmaster at Wyandotte bali given him. The postmaster tore open the letter and read it. "Boys!" he exclaimed, turning to the rough looking men around him, "Joe Bledsoe haa gone under-them cussed red-skins has wiped him out!" "The deuce!" chorused half a score at once. "He was three days behind when this stage left Wyandotte." said the postmaster, "an' yer know Joe. That means a wipe out, and tb1a party bas got the mail." "How long did it take yer to make the trlj:\ stranger!" a man asked, turning to Frank "Two days," was the reply. "Wbatl" "Two days," repeated Frank. See hyar, stranger," said the man, laying his hand on his revolver, "yer can he ter me, an' git away, but If yer ask meter believe yer, I'll fill yer up with lead, do you hear?" Frank looked the man in the face and smiled "You never saw steam horses before, did you?" h> asked. "Steam bosses-thunder, no!" "Well. just look at those," and Frank led the way toward the horses. They bad been so excited over the news, that the horses had been noticed by but few. They crowded around and felt of them, making such quaint remarks that Frank and Charley enjoyed it hugely. These horses never get tired," said Charley. "How many miles ken they go, strang er?' the first man asked. "On a good road, twenty-five miles an replied Charley. Gosh all --. Stranger, do yer want ter die?'' "Not yet. Do you want to ride!" "Yes." ''Walt till we deliver the mail, and we'll make your head swim," said Frank. In ten minutes the mail-bags were deltvered to the postmaster, and then the doubting char acter was taken up on the seat alongside of Frank. There was a level stretch of some three miles down a little valley below the towa. Frank turned the horses in that direction and went off like a whirlwind. In a few minutes they were three mllee beluw the town. "How far are we now?" Frank asked. "Three miles, an' I'm a flabbergasted fool, stranger. I ax yer pard in," was the reply. "Oh, that's all right," and Frank turned and drove back t o Devll's Hole even faster than he came. The whole town was out, and received him with wild hurrahs. He then told the story or' poor Bledsoe's fate, and ot their tArrible fight with the Indians. Tbey examined the bullet-marks oa_ the horSQR.

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FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 11 and on the Tally-Ho, which they could not "Of course I do. Would I jest with a fool?" doubt. He-he-he!'' chuckled Pomp. The day was spent in feasting and drinkin"'. Barney turned and gave the grinning black a Rough as they were, the people of Devil's Hole fierce look, but Pomp pretended to be laughing were kind-hearted and generous, though they at something else. bad no mercy on Mexicans or Indians. Begorra, but it's locked up we are, an' the The Tally-Ho had to wait two daya for the mail red hathins won't have ony fun. Och! it's to come in from Santa Fe, during which time spoiling for a ruction I am." Frank examined every piece, from the leader to "Just. wait andy of the Tally-Ho. He landed on his back at the bottom, amid the laughter of the five men. "How are you now, Santanda?" said Fronk, extending his band toward the demoralized Co manche. "Do you still want to fight?" "Ugh!" be grunted, "Santanda get out and kill all white mans." He made a desperate effort to butt out the side of the Tally-Ho, but succeeded in uearly butting out what little brains he had. 'Ilte concussion caused him to drop down half dazed, when he gazed helplessly at the daring young man who had tiiUs captured him in the of his whole band of warriors. CHAPTER XIV, THE RUNNING FIGHT ON THE PLAINi. "Ir's no use, old fellow," said Frank, laugh ingly shaking his bead, "you are in for a long ride." "Ugh! Santanda not go. He great chiefhe fight!" cried the ugly red-skin, making a hostile demonstration with his tomahawk. That was more than Barney O'Shea could stand. He was itching for a chance to pitch into the red-skin. He threw out his p;reat brawny fist against the chiers ear, exclaim ing: "It's folght, is it? Be the powers, it's splwiling for a foight I am-whoop!'' The blow landed the chief against the side of the Tally-Ho as limp as a wet rag. But in a moment or two he recovered, and, being a daring, desperado, he aimed a blow at Barney with his knife, at the same time the war-whoop of his people. The man from Devil's Hole caught him by \ the wrist and wrenched the knife from his band, just as Barney landed another stunning blow ou the Comanche's eye. "Take t !Jat, ye blaggard !" he said, "an' tell yer woife I did it. Bed ad I'll give yez all a thrate av ye will shtop an' let me bate the hide ofl' av him.'' The man from the Devil's I{ole took the toma hawk away, saying: "Indians never give up till they are dis armed."

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/ L t2 ,FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. "Give 'em back," said Barney, "an' let the ould blaggard foight. It's tqe loire av tbe partby, bedad." "Oh, we don't want to get the whole tribe after us," said the man from Devil's Hole. "The Comanches are the strongest tribe in the West, and the best lighters. We want to give 'em a scare that 'll make 'em keep away." Begorra, let me bate him thin, an' he'll niver throuble yez agio!" 4o. "Lem me butt 'im, boss!" exclaimed Pomp. "He won't nebber want ter see Debil s Hole agio, I tole yer." "No, Pomp, the gentleman Is right. We can give him a scare he'll not soon forget," and Frank shook his head as he continued to look through the light under the seat and guide the horses as they bounded along over the smooth valley. T The Inuian chief recovered from Barney's last blow, and lookl)d for his tomahawk and knife. They were gone, and he remained quiet. "We are going to carry you dack to your home, Santando," said Frank. "We don't mean to harm you. We only want you to keep away from Devil's Hole." "Ugh 1 Comanches go kill, burn all De vii's Hole," suid the sullen chief. "No, you won't. On the other hand, all the Comanches will get killed if they don't behave themselves," said the man from Devil's Hole, w+to was a very sensible man aftet all. "We'll take a thousand teams like this, a nd run away with your while tribe." "Ugh! Wblte man heap big talk," said the chief, contemptuously. "Yes, we're talking now," said Charley, laughing good-naturedly. "It's time we were getting out on the seats," said Frank, and the top llew open them. The man from Devil's Hole and Charley Gorse kept the Comanche chief between them ou the middle of the seat; Frank mounted the front seat and started the Tally-Ho llyiog over I th11 beautiful level at railroad speed. t The stoical Comanche's amazement was no r bounded. "Fast horses," be grunted. "Yes, go two hundred miles in a day," said Charier, anxious to get him in good humor. "Comanclle braves all left behind." Santaoda looked back. The Indians were coming at full speed after the Tally-Ho, but they were many miles behind, scarcely visible to the naked eye. In another hour they were out of sight alto The Tally-Ho also emerged into the great open plain that stretched southward to the region where the Comanche tribe reveled in the freedom of almost illimitable space. The great speed so astonished Santanda that he gazed in wonder at the iron horses, and finally asked: "Great horses-sell 'em?" "No-we are going to keep 'em to catch bad Indians with," f!aiu Frank, winking at Charley. "Let's see you catch that deer out yonder, Frank," suggested Cllarley, pointing toward a deer grazing quietly a mile away on the left. "Tes-get your Tille ready," replied Frank, turning the Tally-Ho in the direction of the deer. The timid animal, on bearing the rush of the Tally-Ho, sprang away like the wind, and the Tally-Ho gave chase. "Whoop!" yelled Barney O'Shea, Tising to hiE! feet and peering over at the great iron horses. Show the red hatbin pbat yez can do, ye daisies!" "Jes' look at dat dar deer!" cried Pomp. "Golly, but be kin run like de debil!" I The now thoroughly frightened deer ran for J dear life, but the terrible iron horse!! never tired. They gained on him steadily until the rifle was broughL to bear upon him, and bG went down with a bullet in the back of his head. The Tally-Ho stopped, and Pomp got dpwn to secure the prize. He was a fine deer. He was thTown in, and then the Tally-Ho turned in its southerly direction again, without waiting for more game. Santanda was induced to point out the way to his village, and long before sunset they were nearing the Comanche country. Just as the sun was sinking in tb!l west, a band of Comanches was seen coming toward them at full speed. "Your people, Santanda?" Frank asked, turn ing to thl! chief. "Yes-Comanche braves-heap fight," was the reply. The keen-eyed red-man had detected the war paint. It was a war party-over two hundred. "Get your rilles, boys," said Frank. "Ugh!" grunted Santanda. "No light Co manche, no take scalps. Ir whit11 man fight Comanche take all scalps." "Not much they won't," said Charley. "We can whip your whole tribe, Santanda." "Young man talk like fool," said the chief, contemptuously. Well, we'll see about it." The Indians came forward with wild yells. Frank turned aside as if to avoid meeting them. They yelled the louder and fired a volley at the Tally-Ho, thinking it was a mail stage. "Do you see that, chief?" cried Frank; "your people fired first. Now let 'em have it, Charley, all of you." Charley, Pomp and Barney now opened on them with their deadly Winchesters. All three were splendid shots. The ma'n from Devil's Hole remained as guard over the prisoner. Crack-crack-crack! went the Winchesters, each having a charge of sixteen loads. Saddle after saddle were emptied, and in less than three minutes nearly thirty Comanche ponies were flying riderless over tbll plains, fully two thirds of the forty-eight shots fired having taken effect. Santanda was appalled at the terrible execu tion of the Wlnchesters. He bad never seen rilles that fired sixteen times without being loaded. "Load up again, boys," said Frank. "I'll keep her out of range for you." The Comanches yelled like so many demons and made desperate efforts to overtake the Tally-Ho. But the iron team kept just beyond the range of their rilles. When the Wincbesters were reloaded, Pomp cried out: "Loob beab-see dat big Injun on dat pony ober dar? Jes' watch me fetch 'im!'' Santanda glared, and Pomp aimed and fired. The chief knew it was too far for any rille among his people to reach. To his surprise the big Indian tumbled to the ground and his pony went careering over the plains in anothllr direc tion. The host came on, though, yelling for venge ance, and the firing commenced again. The execution was so great that they suddenly halted and looked around at the number of riderless ponies about the plains. It was more' than they could understand. Nearly fifty Indians down and that stage still un hurt! The Tally-Ho stopped. "Let 'em have it, boys," said Frank. "They commencoo it." The lire started them on the retreat. The Tally-Ho turned and pursued them. That created a panic, and they scattered, every man for himself. CHAPTER XV. SPOILING A RUCTION. DID I talk like a fool; chief?" Charley asked, pointing to the panic-stncken Comanches llying in every direction over the plains. "Comanche heap btg fool," said the chief. "True, every word of it. If the Comanches come np to Devil's Hole they will all be killed," S!Aid the man from Devil's Hole. "Let them 11tay away from there. The whites don't want Comanches there." "Comanches not go there," said the chief, shaking his bead. "Now tell me where you live," added Frank, "and we'll take you there." The prisoner pointed still further southward, and away went the Tally-Ho like the rush of a mighty wind. Just as the stars were beginning to peep out, they came in sight of the village of the Coman ches. Several hundred wigwams were grouped to gether without much regard to order or regular ity. The Tally-Ho drcwe up into their very midst ere the women and children suspected its p!!es ence. A series of wild shrieks from the stetun whistles brought evj!ry living soul tumbling heels over bead out into the clearing, to see what in creation bad broken loose. Such a mutely collection of frightened women, children and old men, Frank and his comrades bad never seen before. Shrieks and screams rent the air, and they would all have taken to their heels, bad not Santanda given a whoop that they both recognized and understood. But they understood more than he intended. They thought the Tally-Ho was a wonderful stage the great chief had captured and brought into the village, and accordingly they began to make merry, singing and dancing in great glee. "Ocb, be the powers!" exclaimed Barney O'Shea. "It's me own fut as is aching for a dance with them red lasses." Jump down and dance wid 'em," said Pomp, reaching down under a box for his banjo, which be bad not had a chance to use since be bad started out with the Tally-Ho, "an I'll make dere beads swim with music." "Whoop!" yelled Barney, leaping to the ground, just as Santanda got down from his high seat. "Come up, ye red-faced lasses an' dance wid a dacint Christian." The Indian women didn't understand a word be said, though they kept up their singing and dancing with an energy and enthusiasm pecul iarly their own. They pressed forward around Santanda in a sort of feminine mob. Pomp struck up an old Virginia reel, and Barney seized a young woman who seemed to take no interest in the proceedings at all. He bad not seen her face, and as he flew around with her in the dance she said: Why in the world did you let them take you? They will kill you!" Barney knew it was no Indian who was talk ing to him. He stopped, turned her face up to him, and gazed down at it. It was the face of a young white woman. '' Bedad, but ye are not a baythin !" "No-I am a captive," she r11plied, in a sad tone of voice. "Show me the bloody baythin as captured ye, an' I'll bate the head av him!" Husb-sb !" she whispered; th(ly'll hear you!" "Ph at if they do?" he cried Begorra, an' didn't we lick the whole gang av red naygurs?" "Did your people beat them?" "Yes, every mither s son av thim ;"and then Barney snatched her up in his brawny arms, and started toward the Tallo-Ho wibb her. Two old crones who bad heen appointeil to watch tbe fair captive now sprang forward with wild screeches, and undertook to drag her away from him. "Take the ould hags off av me, Pomp!" cried Barney, struggling to get up on the Tally-Ho with his burden. "Go 'way dar, I tole yer!" cried Pomp, push ing the old bags back. One of them sprang at him and gave him a raking with her nails, tbat made him think a whole stack of wildcats bad tackled him. "Hi, dar!" be yelled; "take dat an' see bow youse like it!" and with that be gave her a whack on the bead with the banjo, which sent her rolling over on the ground as though a mule had kicked her. Then the whole bunch of squaws attacked him. They piled on him like around a sugar barrel, screeching and yelling like so many maniacs. "Whoop!" yelled Pomp, now swinging his banjo till notb\ng but the handle, which was a pretty solid piece of timber, was left in his hands. "Look out dar, yer yalh;r gals! I'i a-thumpin' yer!" The way be laid about him with the remnant of his banjo was a caution to I::!dian women. He literally strewed the ground with them.

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c I FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM 'TALLY-HO. 18 Santanrla yelll!d, and went in to protect his women, as did a few old men. But Pomps blood was now up. He laid out Santanda. with a single blow of the banjo-handle. "Whoop!" yelled Barney, who had stowed the young captive away in the Tally-Ho, leap ing to the ground; "make a ralo loive ruction t.v it, me darlints! Ould Ireland foriv er! Whoop-down wid yez, yo ould spalpeen !" and i:lown went an old Indian who bad got in his iway. 'l'be whole village was now up in arms. "Charley," said Frank, make Pomp and Barney get into the Tally-Ho, or we'll have to kill u. lot of women and children. We must get away fJiPm here, and that right away." CharTey leaped to the ground and caught Pomp by the arm. ":Mount at once, Pomp; we are going to leave." Pomp knew bow to obey, and in another mo ment be was up on his seat ruefully contemplat ing the ruins of his banjo. But Barney was not so easily controlled. He gloried in a free fight, and this wns one that challenged his best love. He went for San tanda, who bad risen to his feet again, and knocked him out of time. "Whoop!" be yelled, toppling over an old man, "stand up to it, ye baythins! Come up an' take yer dose loike dacint divilsl" "All aboard!" cried Frank. "Wb,oop! Erin go braghl" and clown went another red-skin. The man from Devil's Hole leaped down and went to Charley's assistance. He seized the wild Irishman around the waist, and lifting him up, literally walked olf with him. "Lave me alone, ye Divil Boler!" yelled Bar ney, as they pulled him up to his seat. Keep quiet, Barney, or I'll pitch you down among them again," said Frank, preparing to move olf. "Faith, an' ye've shpoiled the finest ruction as iver I saw in me loife!" Tho eteam whistles blew again, and the howl ing women and children scattered like so many frighteneu sheep, tumbling over each other in their terror and eagerness to get out of the way. "G'lang there!" cried Frank, and the gallant horses, their t>yes suddenly blazing with electri<' lights, plunged forward and turned around through the village so as to avoid a hill on the other side "Good-bye, Santandal" yelled the man from Devil's Hole. Stay at home and be a good boy in future." Once outside the village again they turned northward, and went !lying over the plains, keeping several miles to the right to avoid the 'rail made on their way down. CHAPTER XVl. THE RESCUED MAIDEN'S STORY. THE Tally-Ho hounded along over the smooth prairie at railroad speed. The stars were shin ing brightly, but the electric light from the horses' eyes piloted the way much better. Neither Charley, Frank, nor the man from Devil's Hole knew that it was a white girl whom Barney O'Shea had thrown into the Tally-Ho until they had gone at least fifty miles from the Indian village. "What are you going to do with that Indian girl in there, Barney?" Cbarley suddenly asked the Irishman as were bowling along. "Indian he blowed !" exclaimed the indignant Irishman. "She's as dacent a Christian as iver was born." "What' s that, Barney O Shea?" cried Frank, suddenly looking back at Barney. "Do you m11an to say that she is a white girl." "Sure an' Idi d," replied Barney, "and bad 1uck to the man as says she isn't. Jt's l:larney O'Shea as '11 bate his head ofl' av him an' he says it." "Great Jeho!!nphat!" cried. Frank. "The Irishman is the real hero, after all. Get away there-open the thing, and let her out. I want to talk to her Here Charley, drive this team awhile. Look straight ahead for dangers." Charley took Frank's place at the reins, and the young inventor turned his attention to let t.ing the young wvman out of the body of the Tally-Ho. He made the others get back on the back seat and then opened tile top of the vehi cle. She was reclilling against the roll of can vas, which served as a tent during camping hours. :Miss, you are safe," he said ; at least fifty miles from the Indian village. You may--" "Fifty miles!" she cried, interrupting him, as she arose to her feet and glanced around at the open prairie. "Why, you haven't been away more than two hours!" '' That s true, but we travel about twenty-five miles an hour. Our horses are made of iron and run by steam." Are we really safe, then?" "Yes-perfectly safe." "And they can't catch us again?" "No; all the Indians in the world can't catch us," was the reply. "Thank God-thank God!" she cried, bury ing her face in her hands and bursting into tears of joy. Her tears were so real and her expressions so pathetic, that every man of the party hastliy brushed tears fro:n his own eyes. ''Have you been loner a prisoner among the Indians, miss?" Frank asked, as he gently forced her into a seat by his side. "Yes-nearly two years," she said, looking up. 011, it has been a horrible nightmare to me. It can't be real. It must be a dream." '' I assure you, miss, that this is not a dream, but a real fact. You are now safe from the In diall'S. We are Americans, and therefore your friends-brothers to any lady in distress." This brought tea:-s to the eyes of the poor girl, and she wept only as a soul overwhelmed by sudden joy could weep. "1\fy name is Emma Thorpe," she said, after drying up her tears. "My parents were mur dered by the Indian s and myself and a younger sister carried away to their villages. Tongue cannot tell what we have suffered. :My sister was taken away from me nearly a year ago and carried to another chief s v1llage. She was to be his wife. I have not beard from her since," and her tears came afresh again. "Don'. t cry any more," said Frank, tenderly. You may rest as 1 mred that if your sister is alive, you shall have her with yon again. I pledge you my word of honor to bring her to you if she is alive, and can be found-eh, pards?" "Yes, sure as fate!'' exclaimed the other four. "Ah! if I dared indulge the hope!" she cried. But you don't know what a powerful tribe the Comanches are They can muster two or three thousand warriors on very short notice, and they all have firearms." "We can whip three thousand af! easily as three dozen," said Frank. She looked at him as though she doubted his sanity. Frank smiled. "You don't understand our means of de fense," he said. Our horses are iron and this Tally-Ho also. Bullets can have no effect on them. We can inclose ourselves in here where we can fire nil day through small holes without being hurt ourselves. Then we have rifles that shoot sixteen times without loading, and which kill at the distant of one mile. Then again, if they try to escape from us we can run them down in a few minute s They can't catch us, you see, so we have the decided advantage, and would not hesitate to figllt ten thousand of the as long as they have no artillery." The young lady was astounded "It sounds iike a dream," she said. "f don't know how to thank you Words fail me," and ngain tears came into her eyes "Don't try to thank ns. Keep a cheerful heart and that will make us all h!!.ppy. You shall see your sister again if she is still alive." Slw then related tile particulars of her cap ture by the Comanet.es. Her parents were with a small emigrant train going across the plains, when they wQl"e overpowered by tha villains, the entire train captured, and men and old women killed, and the young women car ried olf captives. It was a pitiful story, that brought tears to the eyes of all. "Where are you going now?" she finally asked. To Devil's Hole, a town of white settlers some two bundred miles from the place where we found you. We left there this morning, cap tured Santanda in the midst of his warriors, and ran olf with him. His braves are on the trail, but it will take them at least four or five days to get back home where they will find him. He has learned enough to make him keep away from about Devil's Hole, I think." "Oh, sir, you have made a great mistake," said :Miss Thorpe. "He is the worst fiend that ever lived. You should have killed him, for it was ee made the Comanches do such terrible things." Sure, an' didn't I want ter bate the loire out av the ould hathiu!" exclaimed Barney O'Shea.. "An' didn't I bust dis hyer ole banjo ober his head?" cried Pomp, di8playing the wreck of his once musical treasure. Well, may be we may have to deal with him yet, and if we do, we won't forget what you have just told us," said Frank. "We are going to Devil's Hole, where you will be taken care of. We will be ready then to go in search of your sister in a few days." "Ob, I don't deserve liiO much kindness," she sobbed. yes, you do. You deserve all we can do for you. We Will pled?:e our lives to return your sister if she is still alive." Halloo-Frank!'' cried Charley. Here's timber ahead of us?" Go slow, then. It's time we took in more water, anyhow." The speed of the horses was reduced to a brisk trot, and in a few minutes they halted in the edge of a belt of timber which, in that sec tion, was a sure sign of a stream of water. The man from Devil's Hole leaped to the ground followed by Barney O'Shea, and went forward, revolver in band, to find the water. They soon reached the hanlfs of a small river or large creek, which was only a few rods from where the Tally-Ho had stopped. They drank some of the water, and then went back after pails to get some for the boilers. Pomp now joined them, and they soon had a barrel of water In the boiler and tanks togeth. er. Frank looked after the fires, while Charley kept the llriver's seat and chatted :Miss Thorpe, whom be found to be a ver.v intelligent young woman of some five-and-twenty years of age. CHAPTER XVII. THE RETURN TO DEVIX:R HOLE. HAVING taken In plenty of water, they got ready to resume the journey. Of course they cou:ld not cross the stream nor go t hrough the woods, so they had to turn to the left, as they knew Devil's Hole lay in that direction. Charley still held the reins and held them well. He was as good a driver ns Frank him self. Frank now turned his attention to the comfort of the fair passenger they had on board. "Inside are blankets on which you can lie and sleep very comfortably, Miss Thorpe," he said to her, "and as we are going to travel all night, you would do a wise thing to turn in and all the sleep you can," "But that would be depriving you gentlemen of your--" "By no means," interrupted Frank, very frankly. "We prefer to remain in our seats and sleep, which we can do with both comfort and safety, as you can eee from their construc tion." ' But you will al\ take cold in this night air, going at such speed as this," she protested. "No danger. We have heavy overcoats which amply protect us." Oh, you are so kind to me, a perfect stran ger!''

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r 14 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. "You are no stranger to me, .1\liss Thorpe," said Frank, /?allantly. "I am a brother-remember that.' Thanks," she murmured, and tl)en was quietly stowed away in the Tally-Ho, where she arranged the blankets and the tent-cloth into a comfortable b ed. Being dressed as an Indian girl, she had but little in the way of clothes, hence 8he threw her!elf d!lwn on the bl a nk e ts jus t as she was, and was soon in the land of dreams. The Tally-Ho soon passed the band of Co manches, who were on the bound trail. Of course they did not see it, for it w as several miles out of the way. Just before daylight, the Tally-Ho turned squ a rely off to the left and pushed forward till it struck the trail made the dav before. Now we can push on in p e rfect cootldence," said Fra nk, who had now taken the rein s ; we know the road and need not watch except to keep the trail." \Yes-let 'em out now," said Charley, "while I take a nap." Frank did Jet 'em out," and the gallant T a lly Ho fairly flew along the srr.ooth level. The hills began to loom up, and SOO!l they enter e d the little valley that led up to the town of Devil's Hole. Some time after sunrise, they came in sight or the town. Frank signaled to the anxious p eo ple by awakening aU the echoes with the steam whistles. The whole population came out to greet them. The men, knowing nothing of the long trip they had made, had guarded the town all Cheer after cheer rent the air as they hatted in front of the stage office. Men, women and children crowded around, eager to hear the news. "Where's them Injuns?" cried all excited man in the crowd. "On their way south as fast as their ponies can carry them," replied Frank, from the driver's seat. "We've been down to Santu.nda's home, and II& him there, after giving him a lesson lie will not soon forget. We also rescued a lady there who bad been a captive among them nearly two years. Here she is," and opening the Tally-Ho, he took the fair maiden by the hand, and made her stand by his side. Those rough, but kind-hearted citizens of Devil's Hole made the welkin ring with their lihouts of welco!lle. Tears came into her eyes at such manifestations of kindness. She was assisted to the ground, where the postmaster's wife took her in her arms and kissed her. Charley Gorse gave it away that Barney O'Shea was really the rescuer of Miss Thorpe, and everybody took him by the band and in vited him to drink with them. Barney WI4B a !true son of Erin. He could not say no to an in vitation to drink, and the result was he was soon blind drunk. Pomp had to take him on his shoulder and carry him out to the Tally-Ho, where be was locked up inside to sober up at leisure. The mails will be ready for you at sunrise to-morrow, Mr. Re ade," said the postmaster to Frank, after Miss Thorpe had been carried into the house by the good wife of the federal of ficial. We wlll be ready for the mails before sun ris e," replied Frank. Tbe balance of the day was devoted to look ing ove r the machinery of the Tally-Ho. Every thing was duly examined, and accidents pro '\'ided against. Provisions were cooked and tend e red by the kind-hearted woman, who felt that they owed a debt of gratitude to tbe bold ;rouog m e n and the Tally-Ho. During the afternoon Frank and Charley aought an interview with Miss Thorpe. They did not at first recognize h9r, f o r she was dressed in proper clothing, furni s hed by the kind mothoJrs and d a ughters of Devil s Hol e She was a really handsome young l ady, with sun-browned complexion and clear blue e y es. She received them with a glad smile of wel come. "Miss Thorpe," said Fran "we have come to say te you that we are going to carry the mails through, and then give a week to hunt-] mails and started on its long trip, now east, a. mg for your sister. You can remain here, of thousand miles to the railroad They exp ected course, till we return. In fact as your parents to make the round trip in a week, or eight days are dead, and you know not where your other at furthest. relatives are, you have been adopted by the ''Now, boys," said Frank, "we must divide. 'l.' aily-Ho as its daughter.'' time so as to give each a fair amount of slE:ep. "You are too kind-how can I ever thank We can then push through with but little incon you!" she sobbed. venience.'' "You can repay us tenfold by allmying us to "Bedad, I can shlape all the time an' niver contribute to your happiness and comfort. It git to ired," remarked Barney, settling down into gives us more pleasure than words can express his seat for a nap. to do so.'' "Of course you can," laughed Charley, "for "You will my heartfelt gratitude during you never closed an eye lasL night for watching life," she s aid, "which is all I have to give.'' al)d thinking or Emma Thorpe.'' "Well, look upon us as your two brothers," "Wud ye have me dance wid me eyes shut?" added Charley, and we shall regard you as Ob course," said Po1Bp, ''an' sleep wid 'em our sister. H e re are one hundred dollars. You open.'' will ne e d clothes. There are tw:o stores here "Bedad, av yez would only open yer mouth whe. re you can purchase--" when aslape yer would astonish the wurrold At such genero s ity th e young lady burst wid yer wisdom,'' retorted Barney. tears, burying h e r face her hands and sob"Well, go to sleep and your noise," said bing convulsively. Frank; "I'll wake you all up when the time Charley and Frank looked at each other a comes." moment and then suddenly from the The three then settled down for a qnlet room. Thetr modesty equaled their courage. and Frank held the reins for a swift run of fifty They c?uld not stand a woman's tears undod nap. rules .. ;remam you are, as The others were wide awake aad ready for any there IS no JRtlm this t own. adventure that might turn up They saw a fe\V Barney scratched bts head m dumfounded buffaloes and ; deer, with any number of smaller amazement. game. .". Faith! ' he "whin did yez make But they did not take any time to hunt. They a Jail av the Tally-Ho. wanted to get tbrouoob as quickly as possible When you got drunk," was. the reply. and get back to Devll's Hole to go on the hunt Then I'll mver get dbrunk for Emma Thorpe's captive sister. any_more, satd be, seemg they bad the better Night came on, and still the young inventor of ?" of the Tally-Ho slept. They came to the river ;; i:li_gn pledge. which they had crossed on their way out, keep" Yis-;-mver t? gtt dbrqnk. ing in the old track of the former stages. All nght.. I 11 take your word for 1t, and .Midnight came and the moon urose out of th& Charley led htm out. . bosom of the prairie, as it is said to rise out l)f He washed up, and pa1d a visit to the young the depths of the sea by ocean travelers. Still be t;eacued from the Comanches. She rethe tireless steam horses pushed on, never per ceived lnm as she bad Charley and Frank. spirin"' never showin"" sioons of fatiooue and an ." Bedad, but we niver had out," he the slightest touch of the S!J:ld,_ as he h,er band m b1s: o'!-ld Just at daylight tb11y entered the hilly coun shpotled Jt an gave us a nmce 1 uct10n 111try again. Frank had finished his nap and bad s 1 .. 'y d t 't h relieved Charley. es; o enJOY l very muc Such was tt.e nature of the road among the Mtster 0 Shea. hills that they were compelled to reduce the uch, an' wasn't it for your St;L!e, acus?la! speed to something like six or seven miles an Dtvtl a wan me hesttate to fmght bonr. The route wound around the base of th?, whole for yez . abrupt bills in places so narrow that a deviation You are kmd and brave. I Will never forof three feet would precipitate them a hundred Mr. ,O'Shea." feet below. Thm well have the dance to-mght, beIt was in such a place as this that Frank on go;;at" . turning sharply around a hill, came Yes, I Will gladly dance wtth you at upon a formidable obstruction in the shape of t!I?,e, for I to be very fond.of several huge bowlders that bad been loosened yelled the above and sent rolling down into the middle of snatobmg her around the wa1st and spmmng the road around the room with her. "We'll shake a fut for ould Ireland to-night!" and then he rushed "Inside, quick!" said Frank, touching the out to agitate the proposed dance. sprinethat opened the Tally-Ho. They tum hied in just as a volley of rifle shots startled CHAPTER XVIII. CAPTURED BY OUTLAWS. BARNEY carried the day for once in his life and was happy Everybody seconded his prop osition for a dance, and pr e parations were ac cordingly made for the grand event. Three tldd!ers were employed, and all the wom en in the village made de s perate eflorts to outshine the others. Pomp was to do the call ing, as there was not a woman of his color within five hundred miles of Devil's Hole. The dance took place and Barney and Miss Thorpe opened the ball. They danced well and then general hilarity reigned Everybody seemed determined on enjoying himself, and the rev e lry went on till a late hoUl'. The next morning the Tally-Ho took the them. No one bad seen an enemy. But Frank, the mom e nt be saw the obstructions, suspected an ambush, and, as" it proved, was just in time to escape death by the bullets. "We are in a bad fix," he said, after listening a moment to the yells of both Indian and white outlaws. "How so?" Charley nsked "We can't pass those bowlders out there, nor! go back. The road iq too narrow to allow us to turn around." "That's true," muttered Charley. "We've got to fight it out with them. I see one of the rascals now!" and t a king a Winchester, he sent a ball through the rascal's bead. "Yes, we must stand a siege, and fight it out, said Frank. "We've got one ndvantage -they can't hit us, while we can bit them when

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FftANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 18 they show up. We've got provisions enough to last a week. We can make them tired of this game before the day is over." "Be the powers!'' exclaimed Barney O'Shea, "there's one hay thin as is toired now!" and he sent a bullet through one who had exposed billls elf to the Irishman's deadly aim. "Keep a sharp lookout," said Frank; "they can't shoot at us without exposing themselves more or l ess Whenever you think you can make a shot tell, l et 'em have it." "Begorra, I'll give 'em all I've got, the dirthy spalpeens!" "Heah goes for anoder!" and the crack of Pomp s rifle jerked a death-screech from a red skin. Thus several hours passed and still the siege went on. "Let's wait now," suggested Frank, "and see what they will do. Stop !Iring." TheY, remained quiet for nearly two hours, during which time the outlaws and their Indian allies 'thought they were either killed or else were out of ammunition. They gradually became bolder, and began to !helter, and came down into the road. White men's voices were plainly heard among them. "Wait, don't fire!" whispered Frank. "Close the ports, so they can't peep inside at us." This was done, and then those inside kept the most profound silence. The outlaws came swarming around, and climbed upon the Tally-Ho. "Say, in there!" cried a voice, "are you all dead?" Charley gave a dismal groan, like a man in the agonies of death. "Whoop, boys!" cried the voice, "the prize is ours! I hear em groaning inside!" and be tried to open the Tally-Ho, but could not. In pulling back a crank he started the horses for ward. "That's it!" he exclaimed, suddenly pushing back the crank. "I can run this thing. Move those bowlders out of the way and we'll soon get her out on the level." CHAPTER XIX. TURNING THE TABLES-A TERRIBLE FIGHT-A. BAND WIPED OUT, THE four young men inside the Tally-Ho could !lear every word uttered by the outlaws. They kept profound silence, and let them be lieve that they had been killed by chance bul lets penetrating the port-holes of the Tally-Ho. But when Barney O'Shea heard the leader of the outlaws order his men to clear away the obstructions for him to drive by with the cap tured prize, he looked very uneasily at both Charley and Frank. "Bedad!" he whispered, "the spalpeen will dhroi ve over the precipice an' kill us dead in. toirely." "Keep quiet," said Frank. "l can manage it. I only want them to remove those bowlders.'' The outlaws went to work with a will-twen ty or thirty of them-and soon sent the bowl ders crashing down the precipice to the bottom of the ravine. "That'll do-clear the track!" cried the lead er of the o11tlaws, as be started to pull the crank that would start the tea!ll. Frank was controlling the machinery inside, and guided the team carefully as struck up a Moderate pace around the hill. The outlaws cheered, mounted their horses, and followed on behind the Tally-Ho, thinking they had captured the greatest prize that had ever showed up in the West. "Let them go out into the plains," said Frank, "and then we'll have some fun with them." They remained quite still during: the hour that was consumed in the plains. Tbef listened to the enthusiasm of the outlaws, who talked loudly about what they would now do. "Why, this will make us masters of the plains," said the leader. "We can dictate to the red-skins, and levy contributions on every wagon train that shows up. Nothing can catch us.'' "Yes," said another, "we've got the biggest thing on wheels." You can bet your pi!Q on that, pard," re sponded tee leader. "Take it all in all, our fort une is made." Frank grandually increased the speed until the horses of the hundred and more behind had to put in good work to keep up with th e m They pushed out at least twenty miles into the dead level of the plains, when the others clamored for a rest. There were three on the top, and FranK prepared to give them a surprise. Charley, Barney and Pomp got ready with thei; bowies, and Frank prepared to touch the spring that would open the top and drop them in their midst. "Ready?" Frank asked. "Yes, ready," was the reply. "Take them prisoners if you can," said Frank; and the next moment the three outlaws were down in a heap in the bottom of the Tally Ho. "Surrender, or die!" cried Charley, holding his bowie at the throat of the dumfounded leadtJr. Barney and Pomp each had their man in the same tight place. The surprised villains saw death staring them in the face. ''I surrender, nsaid the leader, hoping to catch Charley off his guard, and thus make a bold strike for liberty. "Hold up your hands!" Up went the hands of all three. "Go through them, Frank," said Charley. Frank increased the speed of the team, and then disarmed the three ruffians. Then he pro duced cords, and securely tied their hands be hind them. Say, now," said Charley to the leader, tell the truth, didn't we play that game nicely?" The outlaw fairly foamed at the mouth. He had been duped and captured as easily as he had been nothing but a mere child. "uut on top, men," cried Frank, suddenly leaping to the driver's seat, "with your rifles! Not a rascal must escape alive!" The band of outlawi! and Indians were about a half mile behind, their ponies nearly exhaust ed in their efl'orts to keep up with the magnifi cent prize they had captured. Let 'em have it, boys!" Charley, Pomp, and Barney stood up with their Winchesters, and took deliberate aim and fired. Three saddles were emptied. Without taking the rifles from their shoulders they fired the second time, and three more saddles were emptied, the riderless ponies runniag helter skelter over the prairie. The outlaws halted, wondP.ring why their lead er had allowed thsm to be fired on. The Tally Ho also halted, and then the three death-dealing Winch esters commenced a h8rrible destruction. Men dropped out of saddles almost as fast as one could count. Suddenly the outlaws turned and fled back in the direction they bad come. The Tally-Ho turned and pursued them, keep ing them within range of those terrible marks men. The outlaw chief saw his devoted band melting away like mist before the sun. "Mercy!" he gasped. "Don't kill them all!" "Did one of your men ever show mercy to a human being?'' Frank asked, turning sud denly upon him. Kill every man in range, boys." Crack-crack-crack! went the iifles, and the terror-stricken wretches urged their already jaded horses to the top oi their speed. AC last they scattered, as the only hope of es caping the doom that thrE>atened. But Charley and Frank pushed on, making a sort of half circle, and bringing them in reach. The terri ble work went on. The rilles were reloaded, sixteen charges each, and again turned on them. As the last hope to save their miserable live&, five of them dismounted, fell on their knees, and begged for quarter. "Stay where you are till we pick you up!" cried Frank, as the Tally-Ho dashed past them. "Don't let a man escape, hoys! We'll break up this business, or make somebody very sick of it." The work went on until every man but the five who had surrendered had 'gone down, and nothing but riderless ponies were to be seen. "That's well done-well done, boys!" cried l!'rank. "Now let's go back for our prison ers." The Tally-Ho turned back, and was soon alongside the five trembling wretches, who begged piteously for their lives. "Is this all of your band?" Frank asked of the captive leader. "Yes." "How mauy did you have?" "About a hundred In all." "This was a big mistake on your part, wasn't it?" "Yes-awful mistake." "Did your crowd capture Joe Bledsoe's stage?" "Yes." "And killed Joe and the passengers?" The leader was silent. He was afraid to say more, for he suspected the object of the ques tions. "We found the bones of the murdered men near where the stage was burned," continued Frank, as Barney, Pomp and Charley got down to secure the five prisoners who had SU!Ten dered, "All of you get down,,. said Frank to the three men, and, though their hands were tied behind them, they managed to leap to the ground as ordered. Tie them all together, Charley," ordered Frank, and let them remain there until we gather up all the rifles that are scattered about where they fell.'' They were accordingly tied up hard and fast, so that they could not possibly get away, being so disarmed as not to have even a penknife with them. "Now come up with those five rifles!" The five rifles were tQssed into the Tally-Ho, and the three daring companions of Frank mounted to the top to look out for rilles as the Tally-Ho drove slowly over the field of battle in search of them. CHAPTER XX. A QUEER HA.NGING. THE Tally-Ho spent an hour running about after the guns of the dead outlaws. Wherever the body of one of the v!llains was seen they were sure to find a rifle lying close by. Over seventy-five were picked up, though there were nearly a score more lost in the grass. "These will give poor Bledsoe's widow a handsome sum," said Frank, as he looked at the pile of rifles in the "By George, that's sol" exc1aimed Charley grasp in!? Frank's band. "I'm glad you of that.' The thought occurred to me: I drove past tho se five men who surrendered. They had good rifles, worth at least fiftv!dollars each," Yes, some of them even double that, some Jess." "Well, we'll go back and attend to the pris oners now." "What are you going to do with them, Frank! There are eight of them, worthless, desperate, and as tilood-tbirsty as any Indian ic. all tht West." "What shall we do with them?" Frank asked. "Bedad!" exclaimed Barney O'Shea, "let's have aB illegant ruction wid 'em, an' bate their heads off av 'em I Begorra, but it's an illegant toime we'd have." "We must dispose of tllem some way," re marked Frank, as carry them through we cannot." "No, and it isn't a pleasant thing to shoot l

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' l-1 16 --------------------FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. them in cold blood. I am saLisfied they deserve banging-that they are red-handed murderers and robbers." Ab, I have it!" exclaimed Frank, with sud den energy. "What is it?" "Tie 'em behind the Tally-Ho, and run 'em to death, and then cut 'em loose.'' "Just the thing! Turn 'em loose alive, and they'd join the indians again, and try the same old game." .Of course they would. I've no notion of letting them get away GeL the lariats off of some of those ponies out there, and tie them all in a row, four or five feet apart, and then make 'em fast to the Tally-Ho. Maybe they'd be glad to go with us W!\y." "Begorra, lJUt they'll run like the divil!" "And run to the devil, too, in double-quick time," added Charley, as he got down to go to the half dozen nearest ponies, which were feed ing close by. The lariats were obtained, and then they1Vent to tbe prisoners. The leader was the first one to be tied. "What are you going to do with us?" he ask ed, tremulously "Oh, we're going to tie you so you won't give us any trouble," replied Charley. Ain't you going to take us through to--" "Oh, yes, of course, but you don't suppose we're going to take eight big fellows like you along untied for you to jump on us when we are not thinking about it, do you? Not much. We are not fools, you know." The leader thought he was the fool, andremained very quiet till all the others were tied in a row behind him. Then, when Pomp began tying the end of the lariat to the heavy axle of the Tally-Ho, he turned deathly pale, lllhl cried out: "Fur God's sake don't do that! Shoot us aL once and be done with it!" "Oh, get out! We're not villains like your self!" cried Charley. "We never shoot prison ers. I guess you can keep up if this lariat doesn't break?" The prisoners groaned and begged piteously. ''I'll tell everything!" cried one. "Spare me and I'll tell all I know." "co will I!" to catch a glimpse of something out there. He kept silent for several minutes, as did Frank. Well?" Frank finally spoke. "You are right," said Charley. "They de serve a dog's death. Give it to tllem as speed ily as possible.'' Frank looked back at the eight prisoners. Tile per.ration was streaming down their faces, and their very clothing seemed saturated, so great was tiJeir exertion to up with the Tally-Ho. "Stop-stop, for God's sake!" cried the out law leader. "We can't run any longer!" "1\fercy I Stop, for the love of Heaven I" cried another one of the party. I "Uglt-heap big run!" exclaiml!d the hind most man, who was an Indian. Injun no boss-ugh!" "Can' t you hold' out ten miles further?" Frank asked. "Lord, no-not another mile!" Try it and see," and he put on an extra spurt. A howl went up from all eight of the doomed men. 1 "Show yer speew for it," and the Tally-Ho shot forward at a terrible speeattering around them. They hastily stopped the Tally-Ho, and got inside. There they arranged the blankets and tent-cloth so as to make comfortable rest ing-places, and laid down to calmly wait for the fury of the storm to exhaust itself. The storm howled and raged for two hours or more, the heavy peals of thunder making the earth tremble, and the big drops rattled like hail on the iron roof of the Tally-Ho. When the fury of the storm had passed, and the rain ceased to fall, the young inventor emerged from his retreat, and examined the furnace. The fire was low. He renewed it, and then started again on the trip The rain had not quite obliterated the trail of former stages, as the ruts made by heavy wheels over level ground are not easily efi'aced. The brilliant electric lights from the eyes of the horses gleamed out through tile darkness hundreds of yards in advance. Mile after mile were nassed, and the ride was becoming m0notonous when Charley ex claimed: "Good Heavens, look there!" Coming down upon them like an avalanche, was an immens!l bull-buffalo. He was coming squarely to meet them. Frank wheeled to the right and shot past him like an arrow. "Lord! what a narrow escape!" he gasped. ''If we had run into him, he would have upset the leader; the two wheel horses would have piled on top of him and we would have crowned the wreck with our broken bones." '' That shows we can't be too careful in our lookout ahead." "Be the powers!" cried Barney O'Shea, springing to his feet and looking back into the darkness behind the Tally-Ho, "the black divil is following us, sure!'' What?" cried Charley. "Dere he comes-oh, Lordi" gasped Pomp. Frank quickly turned one of the horse's beads so as to throw a ray of light behind the Tally Ho, and was thunder-struck at what he saw. Charging after tl!e Tally-Ho at full speed came the bull buffalo they had just passed. The electric light was reflected in his bloodshot eyes, and a bellowing expressive of rage was plainly heard. "By George!'' exclaimed Frank, "he must be mad! He can't catch us, but we may meet more of them. Get a rifie-quick!" Pomp made haste to get a rifie, while Frank slowed up to allow the mad bull to get nearer. The great beast rushed up with a bellowing roar, and butted the Tally-Ho with great force. They aU felt the shock. The Tally-Ho then shot ahead to give Pomp a chance to fire. When the ugly beast presented a good front, Pomp gave him a bullet between the eyes. He uttered an angry roar al:)d staggered forward t() his knees, then, after an ellort to rise, rolled over on his side. .. Whoop!" yelled Barney. "The ould beast is down wid a hidache!" "Youse won't us no more," said Pomp, shaking his head as the dying bull faded away injthe blackness of the night. "That fellow must have been wounded, or gone mad from some other cause," said Charley. "I've heard -of mad buffalo bulls but never saw one before." "I certainly wouldn't like to meet one alone, out on the plains," answered Frank, "if that one back there was a specimen.'' "Nor I, either. We will meet with more of them soon, as this is the time for them to come souf.b in search of better grass." i! ,;: we may them In the day-time.

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FRANK "Yes; 'twould be safer." Two laid down to sleep, and the other two continued the drive and watch till sunrise. Tile day passed without anytbmg wort!Jy of note occurring, as did the following. A few small !Jerds of bison were seen in the distance, moving southward, and that was all. But on the following day Pomp called atten tion to a long black line on the prairie in front of them, miles and miles away. Charley looked at the line curiously, and couldn't make it out. "It can't be timber," be said. '' Get the spy-glass and see what it Is, then," euggested Frank. Barney got the glass and handed it to Char ley, who qrew it out, and applied it to his eye. In a moment he turned vale. "Great Heaven!" he gasped; "it's buffaloes on the move! If ti.t.,y strike us it is certain death!" CHAPTER XXII. THE RUSHING HERD OF BUFFALOES. AT the mention of buffaloes, Frank glared at the long, low, black line which was still miles away, and tooK in the threatened danger at once. It was indeed a terrible danger. No living thing could stand in the pathway of that moving mass of bellowing monsters. He came to a full stop and gazed calmly at the coming danger, first at one end of the line and then at the other. "Better be gettin away from heah," said Pomp, as be stood up and gazed at the long, dark line now becoming more distinct every moment. So I think," said Charley. "It's a terrible danger, Frank." "Yes-! k11ow that. We'll turn to the right and paes their left," and with that he started the team again. t The Tally-Ho made good time, and still the teft end of the line seemed a good way off. "Better push up, Frank," urged Charley. "It's certain death to get caught. There's a million or more in that herd." Frank put on more steam, but the Tally-Ho didn't increase in Rpeed. On the contrary, it .alowed up. "Good Lord!" exclaimed Frank, suddenly ebutting off the steam and coming to a full stop, "the fire is nearly out!" "Good Heavens!'' cried Charley, swinging .down to see about it. "Quick, throw iu more fuel, Charley!" Charley burled in the fuel as though lire de ])ended on his doing the job in just one minute. He literally filled the furnace, and then clost>d it, climbling quickly up to his seat again. "Now be off for Heaven's s11.ke!" he ex elaimed. Frank pulled the crank. The Tally-Ho horses stood still as though they had taken root in the ground. Charley groaned. Frank turned pale. The roar of the rushing, bellowing mass was distinctly heard. They did not seem to be a mile away. "St. Pathrick save us!'' gasp_i)d Barney. "I'se gwine for ter run wid 'em I" said Pomp, proceeding to get down. "Our safety is inside if we can't get away," said Frank, his face pale, and voice calm. "I tear the fire coming up, though. There's a can of oil inside, Charley. Get it and pour it on that wood." Charley was just one minute in doing so. An explosion followed, but nobody was heard to complain. "Now come up," said Frank, coolly. Charley climbed back to his seat alongside of Frank. The herd were now within a half mile of the 'I'ally-Ho, coming !Ike a mighty avalanche. The fire in the furnace blazed till the flames passed clear through the flues. "For God's sake get away, Frank!" cried Charley, now thoroughly alarmed. They'll be -down on us in three minutes longer!" Frank watched the steam, and the herd. Both were coming up. Suddenly, when the herd were within two hundred yards of them, he pulled the crauk. The horses sprang forward with tremendous energy, urged by a full head of steam. Bless de Lord, we're safe!" ejaculated Pomp, relieved at the speed of the horses. ''Whoop!" yelled Barney. "Come on, ye murtberin' divils! Catch us av yer kin!" The Tally-Ho now had to run almost directly away from the herd, edging toward the wing of the buffalo army, though, as they went. They bad to run at least twenty miles in order to get out of the path of the rolling avalanche of shaggy monsters. Just as soon as they had flanked the great army, they halted and stood up to gaze at the rushing mass. ''There must be millions of them," said Frank. "They cannot be counted," yelled Charley. The roar was like the roar of the ocean in a storm. The very earth trembled under the mighty rush. Two hours the black mass of shaggy monsters rolled by. The distance across the herd was more than five miles. Thank de Lord, dey is gone," fervently ejaculated Pomp, as the main body passed, leaving only a few stragglers beuind. Some could not keep up, of course. "Look out, now; there come the Indians," said Charley. "Indians always follow a herd like that." Sure enough, there were half a hundred. ;n dian hunters making war on the stragglers from the great herd. They were so intent on the chase that many of them did not see the TallyHo at all. "Jast keep still," said Frank, "bu\ keep your rill.es ready for use. We have as much right here as they have." They p;ot out their riDes, anti remained seated, as though they were mere spectators of the chase. Soon the Indian hunters saw them, and a dozen or so of them rode toward them. "How do?" cried one of them, when within hailing distance. "How!" responded Charley, who understood them better than any one else of the party. The Indians drew near and gazed at the horses and Tally-Ho in the greatest surprise. "Kill many bnllil.Joes?" Charley asked. "Kill heap buffalo-heap meat," was the reply. "Good luck. Kill more." They gathered around the iron horses, and seemed amazed at them. The iron was a stunner to them. They touched it with their hands, and chattered in deep gutturals to each other. "Blow the whistles and get off," whispered Charley to Frank, as he saw more Indians com ing up. Frank pulled the crank. The whistles shrieked, and the horses started olf at a rapid trot. The Indian ponies went off in a panic at the whistles. They had never heard such things be fore, neither had their riders: Before either recovered from their panic. the Tally-Ho was a mile away, pushin,g northward at the rate of twenty-five miles an hour. The IndianEJ gazed after them in a dazed sort of way, but did not attempt to pursue them. "Bedad, but it Inks loike runnin' away from the bloody haythtns," said Barney oshea, who bad secretly wished for a fight with the abori gineR. So it does," said Charley, "and so it is. We don't want to have a row with everybody we meet." "Shure, an' didn't they want a sbindyf" de manded Barney. "Yes, perhaps they did; but-'' "Begorra, thin, yez ain't a thrue man, or yez would give 'em wan," interrupted Barney. "You see we have no to spare, Barney," said Charley, amused at the Irishman's philoso phy. "We have lost too much time now." "Yes, almost a whole day," added Frank. "We can't stop for a row now unless we arft forced to do so. Just wait till we get down among those Comanches in search of that other girl. Then you'll have all the ructions you can attend. to." "Hurry up, thin, an' lave 'em to me, faith, an' I'll bate the hide off the whole tribe!" They did hurry up, a11d the fourth day froM tbe time they left Devil's Hole they brought UIJ at the railroad station, the end of the 1,00& mile stage route. CHAPTER XXIIL THE FATE OF AN UNBELIEVER. THE postmaster and everybody else were as at seeing the Steam Tally-Ho dashing up in front of the stage office. They had not beard of it at that end or the line. Is the postmaster in?" Frank demanded, as he reined up in front of the post-office. "Yes, I am the postmaster," said a man, pushing his way through the crowd to the side of the 'l'ally-Ho. "I've got the Santa Fe and Devil's Hole mail here for you," Frnnk remarked, rising l)nd turning around, facing Pomp and Barney. "Toss 'em out, Pomp." "Yes, sah," replied Pomp, who began toss ing out some half dozen well-filled mail-bags. Why, how came you with this mail7" the astonished postmaster demanded. "I brought it at the request of the postmas ter at Devil's Hole," was Frank's reply. "Bled soe was killed, and his stage burned by the Co manches and outlaws." A murmur of horror was heard from the crowd. "When did you leave Devil's Hole?" the poet master asked. Four days ago." "Four days ago!'' gasped the postmaster:; "a thousand miles in four days?" "Yes; and we lost nearly a whole daf fighting Indians, outlaws, and hunting bntl'a loes." A look of incredulity came ove the face of the postmaster. "That's a long bow, stranger," remarked a weather-beaten miner in the grcmp. "Yer don't run no sich yarns on th1s ere crowd." Pomp was tossing out the mail-bags "I makes no difference to me whether you believe my yarn or nqt," replied Frank. "It don't, eh? Waal, no galoot kin spin U hyar without a tight. Jes' git down an' take yer dose, stranger. I kin lick any liar in this 'ere town!" and the bully bared his arms as for a rough-and-tumble fight. "For the love of Heaven let me get at the spalpeen!" cried Barney O'Shea, leaping to the ground and confronting the blustermg bully. "Come on, ye dirthy blaggard! I'll bate the head off av yel" and witb that he spat In his hands, and flourished hill brawny fists in the miner's face. The miner responded with a blow, which Bar ney deftly parried, and the next momeut knocked him aU in a heap among the crowd. '' Git up, ye lazy loon, an' show yer game! Whoop! I'm the b'y as kiu bate the sass out av ye!" The miner came up again, furious and wild. The knock-clown and the taunt thaL followed bad maddened him, and he rushed in to anni hilate the belligerent Irishman. But Barney O'Shea was not one to be annihi He loved tl:e sport for its own sake, and was as much at home as any prize-tighter in tile U'i!e of his natural weapons. In just ten seconds the bully went down again,; with an eye completely closed. "Bedad, yer can't foigbt wid a gossoon!" exc claimed Barney, in disgust, as the miner arose slowly to his feet, and gazed around in a sort of befuddled way. Thry it once more, ye daisy, an' betther lurk to yet" and Barney waltzed around him in a way that made his head swim, At last, beside himself with rage, the miner drew his revolver, and the erowd scattered. Instantly Barney dashed in, knocked tbu weapon out of his hand, and gave him sucb

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a drubbing that he cried out that he had enough. "Faith, I belave ye," said Barney. "Do ye belave we made a thousand moiles in four da,ys?" "No," was the reply. "Bedad, thin, I'll make yer belave ivery 1moile av it-that's wan moile," and a stunning hlow sent him rolling in the dust again. "Hold on thar, stranger," said the miner. "I believe yer made it in one day." "Och, that's worse'n iver!" and Barney gave hhn another knock-down. "Four days or none, ye blaggard!" yelled Barney. "Yes, four days,'' replied the man. "Git up and have a dhrink, bedad, for ye nade it. Whoop! Show me the man as--" That'll do, Barney," interrupted Charley. Frank blew the steam whistles, and Barney, thinking the Tally-Ho was about to be off, hastily scrambled up to his seat, and bowed to the crowd as they cheered him. "Gentlemen," said the young inventor, "our horses go by steam. They never tire, make twenty-five miles an hour, and don't mind bul lets any more than snow-flakes. Just look at the bullet-marks on both horses and stage. There are over a thousand of them, and still we survive. A change is coming. The Indians and outlaws are going away to the mountains, for we will sweep them from the plains. Science, skill, and courage will do the work. When we return we expect to reach Devil's Hole in three days." The amazed crowd cheered him wildly, and then they crowded around the wonderful iron horses. "Boys," said an old miner, as he gazed at the magnificent team, "this is gittin' clus ter the end. We old uns bez got to go under. We ain't no use no more," and the old red-shirt shook his head sadly as he turned away and re filltd his pipe. All that day and evening our heroes remained in the town, answered a thousand questions an hour, and shaking hands with everybody. Barney told many wonderful tales of tl!eir ad ventures on the plains, and as he stood ready to whip unbelievers, he found nobody to dispute his extravagant statements. Frank informed the postmaster that he would start at sunrise the next morning, and that official promised to have the mail ready for him. They laid in a supply of provisions, so as not to be detained on the way; also a lot of fuel and water. That night the rough miners had a grand ball in honor of the Tally-Ho, which they kept up all nigli t. They would not disperse till they bad seen the Tally-Ho start on her long jour ney, which she did at sunrise. Cheer after cheer fol,lowed them as they sped out of the little town, and reeled off mile after mile in quick succession. In less than a half hour the town was out of sight behind them, and the illimitable prairie in front. "Now we will see what is the best time we can make," said Frank, as they bowled along the dead-level country. "Yes-for I am anxious to get after those Comanches again, and find that young lady c.aptive," said Charley. CHAPTER XXIV. SEARCHING FOlt THE LOST. WITH a determination to reach Devil's Hole as quick as possible, the young men of the Tally-Ho bent every energy to make the trip a successful as well as a quick one. The level country atl'orded a line run, as the first five hundred miles was almost without a break. At the river they took in more water and J>llShed on, and on the third dav, late in the evening, they reached Devil's Hoie. Many were in bed, but when they beard the steam whistles of the Tally-Ho, they spr:l.ng up, dressed and hurried to the stag& office to get the news. They were amazed at the quick time that had been made. The whole thing seemed like a dream to them. Emma Thorpe came running imo the stage office, dressed like the neat and charming young woman tb!Lt she was, and kissed Frank in the presence of half a hundred citizens. "Welcome back, my dear-dear brother!" and then she broke down. Her overcharged emotions overcame her control. "Thanks, dear sister!" said Frank, taking her band in his and pressing it warmly. "We have come back to hnnt for your sister Alice." "Yes," said Charley, taking her other band in his, "and we will find her, if alive, you may rest assured of that." Charley then led Ler out of the crowded stage office into the sitting-room of the postmaster's family, with whom she was staying. There was great rejoicing in Devil's Hole over the return of the Tally-Ho, and many citi zens of that out-of-the-way place thought it ou.,.ht to be made a permanent holiday. On the next day, Frank announced that he was going down among the Comanches in search of Emma 'l'borpe's sister Alice. The Sante Fe :nail will not be in for ten days," he said to the postmaster, so we will have ample time for the search." There's lots of our boys who want to go with you," s.aid a man near his side. "Yes, I know, and I wish we could 'em, but we can't, you see. Too many would be worse than not enough!' So they would," assented the man. "How long before you start?" "In two hours," he replied. The man walked away, and Frank busied himself in arranging things about the Tally-Ho for the trip. Precisely at noon he blew the whistles, and Barney and Pomp at once climbed up to their seats. Emma Thorpe came running out of the house, dressed as if for a long journey, and said, in a very firm tone of voice: Give me a seat, brothers; I am going with you." "Whoop-hooray!" yelled Barney O'Shea, swinging his cap above his head. "We're the b'yes as'll see yer through. Come up, me dar lint!" and reaching down be caught her by the and drew ,her up to a seat alongside of h1m. She blushed at the gallant speech of the Irish man, but kept a brave command of herself. "Really, Miss Emma," protested Frank, amazed at this sudden determination on her part, "you know not the danger you are court ing." "Yes, I do," she replied; "I know all the danger. As an interpreter I can be or immense service to you, and probably be the means of doing more than you dream of.'' "But you must not go. You must wait-" "011, I cannot wait," she interrupted him. "I would die if you left me behind. Let me go, please." He could not resist such an appealing look as she gave him, and he sai
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FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO face with a keen scrutiny th .. L fully attested her extreme anxiety. Do you see her?" Frank asked. "No." "'hen we'tl search every wigwam in the town," said Charley, leaping to the ground, foli!owed by Potnp and Barney. "I'll go with and down she leaped as Rightly as a f&wn. Some of the Indians recognized her, and in another ins taut there was a bedlam of sounds; every old squaw screeched and howled, and a dozen rushed p.t her to tear her to pieces. CHAPTER XXV. THE DARING RESCUE. OF course the attack on Emma 'l'borpe by Comanche squaws was caused by the stori&s tlley bad heard of her recapture by tile TallyHo-the great stage, wllose horses, like the sun, never grew tired. Her presence in their midst at once revealed the character of the 'I!f.lly-Ho. They saw tllat she had brougllt them there, and tllerefore, l.Jeiug but a woman, they vowed to scratch her eyes out. But Emma had a revolver in her band. She would kill every squaw in north Texas if it was necessary to t:escue her only sister. She raised tile revolver, pulled the trigger, and an old Comanche hag staggered back into the arms of another, a dead abongine. The others screeched all the more and ran in every direction. Slle cried out io.good Comanche: "Be still! I only want my sister. If she is here you must give her up, or you will all b11 killed." This caused every squaw to stop and stare. The old men muttered and the children stared at. the great steam horses "Is my sister here?" Emma asked of one of the old men. "No," was the reply. "We will see-come," and leading the way she was followed by Charley, Pomp and Barney into nearest wigwam. The women commenced screeching again. She hastened out and told them they would all b11 slain if they did not remain perfectly quiet, and stand just where they were. She then searched every wigwam in the vil lage. Alice was not there. The women would not answer any questions as to her where abouts. Tllere's another village on the river below here," she said, climbing up to a seat beside Foonk. The others followed, and in a moment more the whistles scattered the Indians, and the Tally-Ho away like a whirlwind. An hour's run brought them in sight of an other village. Again the steam whistles emptied every wigwam in the village. The women and children poured out in the greatest alarm. They thought it was a war whoop from some new enemy. They stared at the Tally-Ho and its five occu pants in wondering amazement. Emma stood up and asked in Comanche if the young pale-face maiden was in the village. She was answered "No." "If the Comanches speak not the truth now, they wlll perish." "She is not here," said an old man, trem bling with age. "She is in the village of Run ning Wolf." "Ahl that is what I wanted to hear!" she ex claimed. "The village of Running Wolf is fur ther te the south-west. I was there a year ago." "Then here we go for that village." said Frank. "G'lang, there!" and the gallanL steed9 dashed away with railroad speed. The village lay some thirty miles in a south westerly direction. Ten miles brought them to the banks of a river which thev must cross in order to reach the village. "Here's a go," said Frank. "How in the world are we to cross this river?" There's a ford somewhere which the Co manches use," said Emma, "though I don't know whether it was below or above here that I crossed." "Well, we'll go down a few miles, and see if we can find a crossin,g place. We must get over there before the warriors, who are on the trail of the l.Juffalo, can come to the protection of their villages." The Tally-Ho pushed down the left bank of the several miles until they came to a place where a trail led iuto it. "This looks like the place,'' said Emma; "let some one wade in and see how deep it is." Potap got down with his rifle and waded across Tile water came nearly to his waist. He reached the other side and told them come over. ' Hard sand bottom!" he yelled, anii Frank boldly drove into the stream. The horses went across in a brisk trot, and in a few minutes they were all safe on other side. "Climb up now, Pomp," said Charley, "we mnst lose no time." "Hyer I is-go ahead," said Pomp, climbing to his seat. The Tally-Ho clashed away, and ere two hours p'lssed saw smoke in the distance on their right. ''I think that smoke comes from the village," remarked Emma, as she gazed in that direc tion. "Well, we'll soon find out," said Frank, ture ing in that direction. A sharp run of half an hour brought them in sight of a small collection of wigwams on the skirts of a belt of timber. "Yes, this is place, I recollect that tim ber. Oh, if Alice is only here!" "We'll soon see," and as they dashed into the heart of the village, Frank let go the three whistles all at once. Had a swarm of angry hornets been turned loose in each wigwam in that village they could not have been emptied quicker than they were by those steam whistles. Every man, woman, and child tumbled out pell-mell, wondering what in all creation had broken loose. The sight of such a magnificent turn-out made them stare as they never stared before. Such spirited-looking horses and such a lofty looking vehicle! What could it mean? And they were pale -faces, too, except one which was as black as the ace of spades-only they knew z:othing about spades. Emma Thorpe stood up in the Tally-Ho, and spoke to the Comanchei in their own tongue. Comanches, we have come for the pale face maiden--" "Sister-Sister Emma!" cried a nut-brown maiden, tastily dressed in Indian garb, rushing through the crowd of staring women, children, and old men. "Alice-thank Heaven!" and Emma made a flying leap and landed on the ground nearly ten feet away. Alice sprang forward and was clasped in her arms, both almost fainting from excess of joy at seeing each other again. "Jump down and get them up here before the Indians get over tlleir surprise," whispered Frank to Charley. ''Yes-Pomp-Barney-follow me!" and Charley leaped to the ground, followed instantly by the negro and Irishman. Pushing his way to the side of the two girls, he seized Alice, who was smaller than her sister, lifted her from the ground, and bore her to the Tally-Ho, say ing, tenderly: We have come for you, Alice Thorpe-you are free again!" Alice threw her arms about his neck and clung to him. In another minute she was seated in the Tally-Ho, with the stronl" arm of Charley Gorse encircling her waist. Just at this moment four stalwart warriors came up. They were in another part of the village when they heard the whistles. On reaching the spot they saw that a rescue of the maiden was the o!>ject of the strangers' visit. Drawing their tomahawks they uttered ter rific war-whoops and rushed upon Barney and Pomp. Pomp drew his revolver and shot one dead. Emma coolly opened tire on another, and Bar ney, like the reckless dare -de.vel be was, re turned the whoop and closed with the one who charged on him; Pomp took charge of the fourth one, buttwg him in the stomach and knocking him double. "Whoop!" yelled Barney, and he wrenched the tomahawk out of the Indian's hand. "Come up, ye red divil, an' give us a rale ould shindy! How's that for an Irisb tllump, ye grunter!" and giving him a stunning lllow on his right eye he sent him reeling over against a dozen chattering squaws. But he did not stop there. He followed him up and put in Llow after blow till he went down, blePclingand senseless. At this the squaws screeched like so many devils, running here and there, gathering up their papooses and flying to their wigwams with them. "All aboard!" cried Frank. "Up wid yez, ye quane of the worruld!" cried Barney, seizing Emma. around tha waist and almost to&sing her to her seat on the Tally, The next moment be and Pomp climbed up and seated themselves behind. '!Now otl' with you, Frank!" cried Charley, as Emma pushed him forward to a seat by the young inventor's side, that she might get besida her sister. Yes; all ready?" "All ready," was the reply; and the next moment the steam whistles shrieked defiance, and then the gallant iron steeds dashed away, leaving the village of the chief. Running Wolf, dumfoq,nded at the terrible consequences ol their visit. CHAPTER XXVI. THE LAST STRUGGLK OF THE COMANCHES. As the Tally-Ho dashed away over the plains at the great speed the iron horses wer11 capable of making, Alice, who was still clasped in her sister's arms, exclaimed: "Mercy! the horses are running away!" "Yes, running away from the sis ter," said Emma. "They are iron horses run by steam They can run a week jusL this way. The Indmns can never catch us any more now." Alice sprang up and gazed with open-eyed astonishment at the bounding steeds. She could scarcely believe her own eyes. "Oh, sister!" she exclaimed. "lt seems so like a dream! I never expected to see you again." ''Neither did I expect to see you, dear Alice," replied Emm!}; "but one day the Tally-Ho came dashing into Santanda's village. We all ran out to see what it was. They saw me the squaws, and this good friend back here," pointing to Barney O'Shea, on the seat behind them, "seized me around the waist, passed me uJ1 to a seat, and then they just ran off with me. Oh, they have been so kind to me! More than brothers-supplying all my wants, and calling me the Daughter of the Tally-Ho!'" Alice burst into tears. Such kindness touch ed her heart. "Heaven will bless them!" she murmured. "Yes, for they are the kindest, noblest of men," assented Emma. Then they dropped into a long. whispered conversation, for they had much to say to each other, many heart-rending tales to tell. The four generous-hearted men left them to them selves "Emma," said Charley, "you and Alice get inside and rest awhile. You can talk more freely there than here." "Yes, and I am very tired, too," replied Em ma, and then they opened the Tally-Ho and passed. them in, where they rested at full length on the tent-cloth and blankets. The river was soon reached and crossed. On the other side they baited and took in both wood and water. It's a! ways best to do that at every oppor tunity," !!D.id Frank, "as we don't know what. might happen when away out on the plains."

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20 FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. This attended to, the Tally-Ho party c on cluded to have a good game dinner right there under the shade of the trees. Charley caught fish out of the riwr; Pomp made a fire, and Frank shot several prairie hens, while Barney got out the cooking utensils, and prepared to cook the game. "Oh, Jet me show you how I can cook!" cried Emma, tolling up her Rieeves. "I am a fa mous cook, as you will see." But you are our guest," said Frank, "and we--" "Why I thought you told me I was one the family-a daughter of the Tally-Ho!" I weaken, Sis, 11 said Frank, laughing hearti ly. "Have your own way. You are bouse keeper." Such a dinner as she and Alice did get up! such fried fish, and broiled prairie hen! such de licious coffee and bread I "Bedad!" exclaimed Barney, "I'm just wened. I niver ate anything before in me loifel" Frli.nk and Charley roared, and the two sis ters blushed, laughed, and were as happy as two kittens. Two hours were passed at the little camp, and then the dishes and cooking utensils were cleaned and packed away, and preparations to r .. oew the journey were made. "Halloo! Look out there, Frank!" crie get the fair captive there. Running Wolf col lected fifty of bia warriors, and hastened home ward, meeting the Tally-Ho at the river. or course tbe Tally-Ho kept out of rifle-shot distance, and let the Indians pursue as long as they pleased. "Don't you see they can never catch us?" said Emma to her sister, as they watched the desperate etrorts of the Comanches to get within shooting distance of the Tally-Ho. "Oh, I am so glad!" and Alice clapped her hand6 in almost childish glee Then, as a sudden thought came into her mind, she grew sad again. "They will follow the trail," she said, "and murder us all in our sleep "I don't think they will, 11 said Frank. The sun is yet an hour high. We can get them out on the plains and destroy them. Eh, Charley?" "Yes-let's make 'em sick of white faces altogether," replied Charley. "Get out guns, Pomp." Pomp got out four rifles-the terrible Win cheaters. Emma took one, and Barney Cliar ley and Pomp the other three. "Wait till we get a good ways out," sug gested Charley. Tiley did wait. The Comanches followed w i th tb&t dogged pertinacity for which they are i amous until they were nearly tw e nty miles away from tile timber on the river b a nk. Now, Emma, try your skill on that fellow out there who se ems most anxious to get ac quainted with us," said Charley pointing to au Indian whose pony had placed him in the lead "Why, sister!" exclaimed Alice, as Emma arose to her f1!let and prepared to draw a bead on the foremost .ldiail. "Would you kill a hu man being7" "Alice, those fiends are the murderers of our parents," replied Emma. "I could deliberately kill every man, woman, and child of the fiend ish race!" and with that she raised the rifle, took deliberate aim, and fired. The Indian was fully a quarter of a mile away, but the aim was true. He tumbled of!' his horse, lor the ball entered his breast, and went almost through him. "A splendid shot!" cried Charley. "Whoop!" yelled Barney. "It' s a broth av a lass she is!" "Golly, but it made 'em sick!" put in Pomp, grinning from ear to ear. Try another,'' said Frank. She did, and another 1va1Tior sped away to the happy hunting-ground of his race. Then Charley and Pomp and Barney opened fire, and in less than five minutes nearly half the ponies of t he pursuers were scampering riderless over the plains. The rifles of the Comanches could not reach the Tally-Ho. Their bullets fell s'hort of the mark, while nearly every shot of the terril>le Winchest"r rilles emptied a saddle. Suddenly they baited. Running Wolf did not care to court death by pursuing any further "Now let's scatter them!" and the Tally-Ho turned and dashed toward them. With yells of !far, the Comanches turned and fled toward the river. The Tally-Ho pushed them bard, and many went down to rise no more Running Wolf himself was shot in the back, and gave a death-yell as he went down The band then scattered, every one going in a different direction as fast as his pony could carry him. "Let 'em go now," said Frank. They've got eno u gh We shall not bear from them again." "Whoop!" yelled Barney O'Shea, as he gave them a parting shot. "May the divil tly away wid yez!" The Tally Ho then turned northward, just as the sun was s i nking in the golden-tinted hori zon, and the gallant iron steeds dashed forward for an a llnight trip. CHAPTER XXVII A TERRIBLE DANGER. THE stars came out and twinkled brilliantly, as if rejoicing over the rescue of the you n g maiden !rom the clutches of the Comanche fiends. Charley and Frank, who bad fine voices, sang several sor.gs together Then Barney sang several Irish d i tties, and altogether it was a lively, joyous party When midnie:bt came, the two sisters were placed inside to sleep. The others watched and drove by turns, sleeping in their seats, which they could do wit\.1 perfect safety. Sunrise found them just entering the hill country at the lower end of the Devll' s Ho l e Valley. Oh, we'll soon be at home among dear friends," said Emma, kissing her sister, as they emerged into the morning air. She then told her bow kind the people of that queerly-named town bad been to her, saying: "Everybody there seems to be anxious to do something for me, as though I was a daughter or sister to every one of them." Alice was happy and tearful. It seemed se like a dream to her. When they reached Devil's Hole, the steam whistles announced their arrival. The whole village turned out to welcome them, and the rescued maiden was received with open arms and shouts or welcome. The town put on its holiday attire and spent the day in rejoicings and congratulations. The men drank whisky and the women feasted the two sisters, and made heroes of Frank Reade and his three companions. They were gone but three days, and therefore had seven days more on their hands before the SaBta Fe mail would be in. This time be wanted to improve by overhaul i ng the machinery of J,he three horses, as they had now traveled several thousand miles since they started out on tbei< Western tour. Barney, Pomp and Charley aided him in work, and three days were thus spent. The horses were all taken to pieces and every part thoroughly examined. But little evidence ot wear and tear were found, and they were put together again. 'l'wo days were spent in giving excursion rides to the mothers and daughters of Devil's Hole, who appreciated the pleasure to its full est worth. When the Santa Fe mail stage came in, Gen eral Dod worth, of the United States Ar111y, was a passenger. He was on his way East on im portant business in connection with the military department of New Mexico. He was introduced to Frank and Charley by the postmaster, who received him with the re spect due his rank. ' The postmaster bas been telling me of your wonderful invention, Mr. Reade," said the gen eral. Frank bowed and smiled. "They haven't got anything else to tala: about just now, sir," be said "I am sure that is enough The whore world will soon be talking about it, I think." "You seem to appreciate its value, gel) era!.' "I can see the future revo l ution it wil.J bring a bout in this part or the country," remarked the general. "I think it could b<> of some benefit to a cCiluntry like this," said Frank; "as we have done much good already "So the postmaster tells me. I shall have an opportunity or judging for myself on the through trip. How long be f ore we start?" As soon as the mail is transferred." Only an hour was required to transfer the mail, and then the Tally -Ho was ready for th"' long trip northward. General Dod wor th's trunk was p l aced inside He mounted to the seat, alongside of Frank, and tlien the whistles blew a good bye to Devil'a Hole. "G'lang there cried Frank, gayly, and thi three spllli1did iron s teeds dashed away as if for a pu rse o f thousanctR. When th e y the plains the full speed was put on, ana till! Tally Ho dashed on towald the river like a l ocomotive. "This is the triumph of Inventive genius, young man!" exclaimed the general, in his "Nothing can go beyond this!'' "Don't put any limit on human possibilities, sir," said Frank, laughing. People will some day fly about like eagles "I am almost tempted to believe you." "You may not believe, yet may live to see it." "I am almost prepared to believe anything after this," assented the general. They reached the river at the usu&l crossin g p l ace, and boldly entered at a brisk trot. Reaching the other side they halted, took in more water, and then dashed on at a speed o f thirty miles an hour. The afternoon and night passed without any incident of note occurring. The general slept inside on the tent-cloth and blankets as well as in a bed in an hotel, and awoke the next morn greatly refreshed. But about noou the next day, they noticed a smoky cloud all along the horizon in front u them It became more distinct every moment as they advanced growing higher and hig;her. "My God!" exclaimed Charley, prairie is on fire!" "Whoa, boys!" and Frank suddenly halted the team. What's that you say, Charley Gorse?" "Tlle prairie is on fire!" repeated Charley. That cloud out there is simply smoke. Look at those deers, buffaloes, and other animals fly ing before it. I tell you it's fire, and a big one at that." Yes," said the general, "and it's at least thirty miles wide. Our only chance is to ol!lt run it, and recross the river." "Why, that river is 150 miles back!" exclaim ed Frank "Yes-but what if it's a thousand?'' asked the general. "We must place it between us a nd tllis fire.

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FRANK READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 21 Frank remailted in deep thought for a minute or two. "'fen era!," he asked, "have you ever seen a prafrie fire before?" Yes, several times." "How was it? The grass soon burned out, didn't it?" W es, but the flames ran sometimes ten feet high. No living thing could pass through it ... "Well, if it burns down quick we can run through it quickly." The general and Charley almost leaped out of their seat. "You are crazy, Frank Reade 1" exclaimed Charley. "Yes, stark mad," added General Dod worth. "Maybe I am," said Frank; but if we get Inside here, and dash through it at the rate of a mile iu two minutes, what harm can come to us? The horses are iron, and so is the coach." Charley looked at Frank and saw that he meant business. "I will go with you," be said. "I never thought of that. The fact is, I am afraid of lire, and that may be the reason of my scare." "Gentlemen, it's too dangerous," protested the general. "Get inside!" said Frank. The Tally-Ho opened and they all got inside. The flames came rushing ou toward them like a flood overflowing the land, ronring, crackling and darting fiery tongues out after the fleeing, terrified animals. "Now for itr crie, TnouGH the three gamblers sat on tho front seat, and one of them held the reins, Frank was guiding the course of the Tally-Ho from his place inside, the construction of t).le machinery having been made with a view to just such an emergency as had now come upon them. Out on the broad plains the gallant team dashed like a shooting-star, and the three gamblers fairly yelled over the or their scheme. "This is our best haul, boys!" said one. "It makes us masters of the plains. They can never catch us. Wboop-la-g'lang there!" "Yes," added another, "and we can boss all the gangs, red and white.'' "Of comse we can. We can dash into a town, clean out a bank, takefchoice of the pretty girls and get away, and all the officers in the world can't cutcb us. Pshaw! o. gold mine is nothing to this.'' Which way shall we go?" "Anywhere out of the way till we get the haag of the thing," replied the driver, who seemed to be the leader. "Then can com mence operations along some of the prairie towns.'' The Tally-Ho sped along until midnight found them nearly one hundred miles out on the plains. "How far will you carry them?" Charley Gorse asked of Frank inside. "Oh, I guess we've come far enough now," replied Frank, in a whisper. What shall we do with them?" "That's a question-ah! I have it. See those Indians out there?'' "Yes," answered Charley, peeping through a a port-hole at a score of Indians on horseback a mile away wbo were r'lgarding the Tally-Ho with undisguised interest. "Well. we turn these rascals over to them?" "Bully! Just the thing.'' Bedad, thin, we'll have no ruction wid

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, FRANK-READE AND HIS STEAM TALLY-HO. 'em," said Barney, becoming disgusted with the turn affairs were taking. "Keep quiet, Barney; we'll have a glorious ruction for you yet," urgedl Charley. ''Get ready now. I'll open the rear part of the top. We'll rise up behind them, and clap revolvers to their heads. Ready?" ''Yes." The after part of the top of the Tally-Ho opened, and the four men quietly rose to their feet, and clapped revolvers against the heads of the four rascals. "Well,. how does it work?" Frank quietly asked of his man. At the sound of his voice, the turee men }Qoked around and stared into black muzzles of loaded revolvers. "Ha-ha-ha!" laughed Frank, "quite a sur prise, isn't it? Wasn't looking for us, eh?" "No,'' gasped the leader. "I weaken, stranger." "Of course you do. Hold up your hands." Up went three pairs of hands. "Go through them, Pomp, but take nothing but arms Pomp soon relieved them of their knives and revolvers. "Now, how do you like the Tally Ho, gentle men?" Frank asked "First-rate," replied the leader, "but not as well as I did ten minutes ago. I now wish I bad never seen it." "I believe you,'' remarked Frank. But you should not yield so readily to temptation Now, what do you to do about this thing? You know the penalty for horse-steal ing in this part of Uncle Sam's dominions?" The three men looked at each other, but made no reply. "You know that horse-theives are summarily disposed of when captured?" "Y-y-yes," stammered the leader; "but tbese ain't horses." "What are they, then?" "Machinery," was tte reply "But Judge LyBch. would call them steam or iron horses, would he not?" Guess he would,'' was the reply.' "Of course he would. Now, look here We've 'killed quite a number of just such fools as you. We are tired of it. We don't propose doir:g :tnyt!Wng of the kind in your case. But we in to give yau a lesson you will remember for some time, I think. We are nearly one hun dted miles from the nearest settlement. You must get down and walk back. We can't give you a rida Now )ump-ofi with you!" The astounded gamb1ers seemed paralyzed by iw They looked tirst at the young tnYentor, and then at the band of Indians pur Bulllg the Tally-Ho a mile away. "Just one minute more, and you are dead men, if you are not off this stage!" hissed Frank, pulling out his watch and looking at it. That was enough With a howl of despair, the leader sprang fr(lm the seat, lit on his feet, and rolled over and ove r in the grass, for the Tally-Ho was going at thP rate of ten miles an hour. fhe other followed almost simultaneously, eacll rolling over as be struck the ground. "Ha-ha-ha-whoop! Yab-yab!" roared a!l the four Tally-Ho boys at once, as the three rascals arose to Lheir knees, clasped their hands, aud looked appealingly towards Frank and his companions. When a half-mile away the Tally-Ho stopped. They wanted to see tb.e result of the villains' meeting with the Indians. The red-skins dashed up and surrounded them, yelling like so many demons, flourishing theit tomahawks, and making other hostile demonstrations. The three gamblers were roughly seized and instantly robbed of all their valuables. Even their coats, vests, hats and boots were taken from them by the greedy red Bedouins of the plains I They are usingthemtroughly," said Cha rley. "Yes-but not as badly as they deserve," re p li ed Frank. No ; but i t w ill go bard w i th them yet, I gues s "I hope so. They are nothing but sneak robbers." "Begorra, but itls tying 'em they are,'' said Barney, as the red-skins proceeded to bind the three prisoners. "Yes; and some of them are coming to pay us a visit "I'll give 'em a whistle," and the next mo ment the three whistles rang out for miles over the plains. The Indians instantly halted and glared with astonishment. They gave a seriell of whoops in answer. The whistles replied, and deeming them yells of defiance, the Indians charged. "Let 'em have it, boys," cried Frank, raising his rifle. The others did the same, and four Indians tumbled out of their saddles Another whistle asd another shot sent them back in dismay They bad not been in rifle shot of the Tally-Ho, and yet eight of their number had been hit, five of whom were dead. That was enough for them They wanted no more of that i n theirs, so they went back t o their three prisoners, and started off in a so u th westerly d i rection Good bye, boys!" yelled Frank, as the half naked prisoners were strapped to the backs of ponies and led away The whistles also shriekoo a jolly far ewell to them. Then ti:;e Tally-Ho resumed its trip back to the station whence it bad been stolen arriving there in the midd l e of the afternoon. CHAPTER XXX. CONCLUSION THE mail being ready for them the T ally Ho started on the raturn trip at daylight the next morning Hundreds were present to see them off, and were wild in their enthusiasm. They sent cheer after cheer as the Tally-Ho started The whis tles responded, and then the team dashed away with lightning speed The return trip was wit h out interest save iu the matter of speed. They made good t.ime, having nothing to detain Indians they saw iu numbers, but they bad had enough of the Tally Ho Those who had not fought it had beard of its terrific destructiveness, and pre ferred giving it a wide oorth. They saw that the "lightning stage and screaming horses,'' as they called it, was disposed to let them alone if they left it to pursue its way unmolested, and 'therefore concluded that it was cheaper to let it pass without question On reaching Devil's Hole, they were received with every demonstration of delight. The citizens cheered, and the women waved hand kerchiefs The first to take them by the hand when they sprang to the ground, were Emma and Alice Thorpe. "Oh, I am so glad to see you back agaiQ.)" Emma exclaimed. "It did seem so long since you went away." "We came back as soon as we could," re plied Charley. "We have some good news for you, and when we get the mail out and the team put away, we'll come in and tell you about it. Oh, you look sweet enough to eat, Alice Alice bad been dressed in the garb of civiliz ation, and was much prettier than her sister. She was five years younger, too But that did not make her sister jealous. On the contrary, Emma was wrapt up in. her-heatowed all her wealth of love upon her, and watched over her with motllerly interest. She blushed at the compliment, and said: I am go glad to see my dear brothers of the Tally-Ho that I forgive you that. The people have been so kind to us here. Everybody is kind to us "Yes," said Emma, "I never saw such k i nd people i n my life. I wou l d like to live a l ways among such peop l e That evening Charley and Frank called on the two sis t ers at the home of the post m aster over the stage office, a n d there gave the $2,250 w h ich t he c apt u red r ille s had b ro nght "We tho ught i t woul d set you up in bus i ness," said Charley Emma, overcome at this generosity, b u rst into tears. But Alice, vivac10us than she, sprang up and k.is!ed them both "No brothers were ever so kind," she said. "1 don't know bow to thank you, or what to do with the money. Why, I never saw so much money before in all my life!" The two sistertt were the happiest mo;tals ever seen in :Bevil's Hole. They told body of the generosity of the Tally-Ho team. Thtt men took Charley and Frank on their sheulders, and carried them around the town, declaring them the whitest men in the settlement Emma and Alice were advised to open a store in Devil's Hole. and call it the "Tally-Ho Store," and they concluded to do so But we don't know anything about keeping a store," said Emma "You can soon learn," said Charley. "Just ask double what you give for anything and de mand the cash, and you!ll soon IN rich if you sell much." "Oh, we can do that. "And sign a pledge not to get married for two years?'' suggested Frank. Yes, of course,'' laughed Emma, blushing like a rose. "But where can we get the goods?" Alice asked "Oh, we can b u y them for you," said Charley. "Then take back the mon y and do so." "Keep $250-give me the ba l ance, and have a store ready by t ime we .. return," replied Char ley, taking the money, The postmaster agreed to build an addition to the stage -office and rent i t to them, and board them in his family. This settled, the Tally-Ho set out In another week to carry the mails through again. They met with no exciting adventures on the way. When they reached the railroad, Charley went east to the nearest large city and bought a bi1l of goods for the two sisters, which he brought. back, having been gone just one week They carried the goods through in the Tally Ho free of charge, and turned them over to Emma and A lice, who opened and !1ispl ayed them in the new addition which had been put up for them. Having paid no freight except on the railroad, they put the goods at a erate price, yet getting three for oo the cost. "By Jove, Frank, let's go in copartnersuip with tbe girls!" exc l aimed Charley "There's a large range of herdns, miners, and hunters to the west and south-west of Devil's Hole that would come here for their supplies We can underse ll anybody in the business and reap a big fortune out of it." "Maybe they don't want any partners," said Frank. "Oh, don't we!" exclaimed Emma. "Just try us and see!" "Well, it's a bargain then, if you say so." "Good-good!" cried Emma and Alice, c l ap ping their hands in delight. Then they quietly went to work and bought out a large store-bouse which had only a few hundred dollars' worth of stock in it. Iuto this they put a large stock of goods, bringinaMore goods at every trip until they were able to supply small dealers even in Santa Fe. Emma and Alice figured as proprietors of the store. Dozens of men offered to man-y them, but they dec:ined graciou&ly, and still re tained their friendship. The postmaster at Devil's Hole secured the mail contract, and entered into a copartner ship with Frank and Charley to carry tbe mails at a figure that would make them rich in a coup! of y!lars The through mails changed routes in cons'e quence in severa l directions, and business flowed into Devil's Hole in a rush that was startling. Tbe two e.isters developed a wonderful tact for business, and soon became rich, while the mail contract piled up the bank account of our two h eroes at an astonish i ng rate. We leave them here, promising o u r readers to recount to them, at so m e f ut u re time, t he many wonderfu l advent u res t h a t befe ll the m in the g r e a t Sou t hwest. [THE END.) l

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